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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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