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a glance
over where the shoulder was
(meditation
on having once been a corpse)
one day
you won’t
have a nose
mouth eyes
ears
could say you’ll
be short of distractions
but not much
on main event either
‘inattentive,
uninventive
what’s this
one done lately?’
that’s what
the report card says
none of those
swell-up-for-fun
lovely moist
bits
enjoy them
while they last
there’ll be
teeth still
but they won’t
be yours
never made
the history books
no need to
check dental records
remember all
that
’you’ll grow
out of it’
of course
they were right
but where are
they now?
will a kiss
still linger?
it’s mho gong Jesu in Cantonese
the ache will
be gone
but there’ll
still be the bone
I’d like to
think I could be found just by luck
pleasant
surprise in what was my garden
putting the
new spuds in
when I say ‘me’
I mean
trust me
when you get
there
you won’t
feel a thing
this is more
than a hunch
no one can
count the moments till then
but it won’t
be long to wait
meanwhile
maybe watch
less Nordic noir
before I go
to bed?
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