When I was 32
I thought I could smell death
for the first time
my friend Saul said
he had smelled it
but he was only 29.
I wonder if it was
the same dead body?
When I was 32
I could label all my organs,
feel them slither
and pulse
and twinge
like eels eating
one another’s tails,
it’s at this point
I know what you’re thinking:
“O, pondering
the moribund,
o, poetry faggot
feeling more than us
and not telling it
like it is.”
But hey,
I’m just telling you
what happened
to me.
