the last last supper
i know my the death throes +you would be
surprised unless your person explodes right
before your eyes happened only once +not
pretty
at st. joes to a young cousin nurses couldn’t
find the plug for oxygen mask i crawled under
the bed +heard the sound of breathing again briefly
but generally in addition to flailing arms a party
is planned somewhere around the 2 wks to go
mark even introverts plan parties take daddy who
badly needed reefer to socialize (apple did not fall far)
he planned a party in such detail that sonny langer
our caterer hired him for special events now lillian
lays dying in a cold province +she is planning a party
with wild rice +gravy arms gesticulating
101 in 5 wks about to jump a train for the prairie farm
where she was born february 1919 dirt floor -46
and that’s without the wind chill
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first days 2020
songanddancegirl 