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Sun

Andrew Lasher

I don’t want to die, but I also don’t want to live forever
One day I left my apartment and saw brains in the street
A motorcycle driver had an accident
Perhaps it would be better to say THE accident
It certainly seemed definite at the time.


At least he didn’t have cancer, the pitiful gazes
Loved ones looking to you for support,
You are the one dying! How dare they?
But maybe it is still better than the
brains in the street, right where anyone can see them

In my dreams I imagine cats looking at them hungrily
I know it is crazy, but I can’t stop. Death, like cats,
always there in the shadows. Waiting for the

opportune moment to become known.
Time’s up, Death will shout as he cleaves me in two.

Or perhaps it comes at the bottom of an elevator shaft
because I didn’t look before stepping inside
Or in a hospital bed with pitiful cancer, friends watching
Or lying in the street, brains baking in the hot sun.

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