Kristen de Kline #221 When the dead chatter

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when the dead chatter
you will hear them tapping

on the back screen door
rattling the broken lock

another crow will veer down
on your front windscreen

while you rev down the Monash
singing out MAX VOL:

will you still love me tomorrow
the third crow wings past

sending you a message
about loving     and

dead bodies piled up     and

backyard swimming pools     and

a trail of kisses     and ...

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when the dead chatter
you will hear them whisper:

at the end of the day
what doesn't matter, matters
what matters, doesn't count

you will forget your lines
when the dead chatter

lose     every     thread
again, you will force yourself out of bed, again

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the dead, they will pester you
with their tales of oranges and

little rays of sunshine
their lyrics about dying a hundred

times, going back to 
black,    and you,

going back to her

you will be left with no words

no way to love you in the morning
---------- to say goodbye

your hair splayed
across the pillow

the scent of Eternity
splashed across your neck

where does it end