HOLDING ON

READING A BOOK

When I think
I’m dying
buying a new book
is a commitment,
only half-hearted since
I downloaded it instantly
for my e-reader and not

for my own library shelf
waiting for a diagnosis
waiting for a prognosis
sounds like (tug your ear)
punch in the proboscis

bury me not with any Bibles
no family plot or churchyard
still being kept for skeptics
no hole deep enough
to catch the dark paragraphs
sedimental they said it was
pshah blood in the bowl
but if you turn to look
how dark your show
make sure you hold fast
to your book and your pants.

 

 

 

 

 

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