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I imagine my death a lot. I am 28 years old With two poetry anthologies And a novel out Living in New York City with a Husband who doubles as a musician. No kids, Three dogs. I laugh so hard I combust into nothingness And my husband writes my memory Into a song. I am 19 years old And looking over the edge of a Casino building in Atlantic City. Just last week a man Flung himself down onto the ghost streets Because no one told him There’d be no gun in his game of roulette. He had to take matters into his own hands. The rain washed him into the ocean. I hope it does the same for me. I am 60 years old And living in the New Mexico desert Just outside of Roswell. I look up at the night sky and Hunt for UFOs. I am yelling at the clouds ‘Just take me already! Take these withered bones, Take this soft skin! Find me a new home! One where I fit in!’ I have a heart attack just as they come to collect me. I am 18 years old, A sad girl from New Jersey. A sad girl who grinds her teeth into stardust, Who plays with the frayed ends of existence, Who smiles with fury. I imagine my death a lot. But you see, I’m dying. I’m dying dying dying dying And you are too. There is no need for imagining.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
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I imagine my death a lot. I am 28 years old With two poetry anthologies And a novel out Living in New York City with a Husband who doubles as a musician. No kids, Three dogs. I laugh so hard I combust into nothingness And my husband writes my memory Into a song. I am 19 years old And looking over the edge of a Casino building in Atlantic City. Just last week a man Flung himself down onto the ghost streets Because no one told him There’d be no gun in his game of roulette. He had to take matters into his own hands. The rain washed him into the ocean. I hope it does the same for me. I am 60 years old And living in the New Mexico desert Just outside of Roswell. I look up at the night sky and Hunt for UFOs. I am yelling at the clouds ‘Just take me already! Take these withered bones, Take this soft skin! Find me a new home! One where I fit in!’ I have a heart attack just as they come to collect me. I am 18 years old, A sad girl from New Jersey. A sad girl who grinds her teeth into stardust, Who plays with the frayed ends of existence, Who smiles with fury. I imagine my death a lot. But you see, I’m dying. I’m dying dying dying dying And you are too. There is no need for imagining.
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samantha-leroy
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
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