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Agita | small poet at large

small poet at large

Agita

If  I  die   today   bury   me   in   this   purple   blanket
I'd ask for the dog too curled in the crook of my arm
he isn't the  one  with  cancer  and likes you more
if   you  have   shiva  to  sit   he'll  fill   your  lap
thanks for cleaning the floor when I pass out
and  spill  formula  from  the  PEG  tube
please  hold   my  head   as  I  vomit
blanket   bleeds   all   our   scents
my drink drool and food stains
in   the   grave   totem
not for my warmth
but my nose
triggers
faith


Published in Soul-Lit
All rights reserved including copyright - Richard H. Fox 2012


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