Kristen de Kline #242 Goodbye 3

books in your mother tongue
what do they tell you
plant a tree, have some fun
random acts of kindness
little fish flap around
people from other poems 
collapse on the concrete
comets fall from the sky
did I do enough
a sheet over your body

ceiling fan, sticky heat
the more we run

don't answer that

we lost words first
get to the point
then teeth, blood   

you sit with your stash of Drum
menthol papers
engraved gold lighter
staring at the IV drip

dusk. heat. bodies.

what do we know