deader than you
d. michael mcnamara
It’s the Day the Dead
come back to life,
and there’s a weight in my gut
alive and growing:
sometimes it plays dead
and I can’t move
and sometimes it’s centrifugal
and sends me reeling.
The stars are deader
than these memories
and we still don’t know
how wrong we were.
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