meteors
ladybugs swarm the ceilings
german shepherds
torn pancreas
the herbs from her garden
severed arm & foot,
flowers blooming in November, funnel a hose out the
window to water them.
wind
remodeled bathroom
poetry as a source of comfort
human death as animal death
choreography of the wrist of the mouth of the face
humming bird
ashes
Telomeres: TTAGGG
Seven meteors fell across my face in the last five days I
saw you.
You were not your curled chemo body, you were radiating your
self deeper into us
& changing our DNA, the unexpected reaction
once cortisol dread,
Telomeres shortened, we waited malnourished, separate, chromosomes frayed sticky.
Exiting, you sublimated unready, collected
in the thick fog that would have been outright
cinematic
to anyone not in shock.
Mirrors in German Shepherd eyes,
I am
positive I told you how much I love fog.
How you’d love us walking in it.
not held but by atomic force, to
one another.
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