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Obits

Obits

you’re born

and live a little

while

and somebody knows you

and nobody does

and you gather yourself

from “Great Expectations”

dark desperation

and hide yourself

behind a wall

and only on your knees

do you let it fall

and day turns tonight

and night turns today

and you chomp

about this

and that

and the other

and everybody loves you

and everybody hates you

and you get in the bed

and you close your eyes

and it’s the closest you’ll get

save the birth of your child

when you first fell in love

and the numbers turn

and you wake up

and you get out of bed –

whatever you call your bed

crib, twin, queen, king

car, street, ditch, bridge

and you go on …

at your best, at your worst

wounded or weary or whole

preceded by … survived by … restored by …

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery