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Obituary
April 9th, 2002

There was no picture
in the press that day.

I imagine you blue veined,
clothes peeled like crawfish,
your tiny, slick mouth
a new bloom, opened
and exactly that quiet-

your laughter flowing
down the drain in a tornado
made of water and breath

small, just like you- but
big enough to suck up
the shiny red tricycle
and candy coated lips
you can’t have, now


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