Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Timothy Edmond #8



She died of her
body packing it in.

I am going to
bed to hide from
the world.

I will leave the T.V
on in the living room.

The voices and
hilarity keep me
company as I doze.

I wake stone
headed,
eyes,
like a crocodile’s,
above the water.

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