Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Books of the Dead

A vial filled with crushed bone
in the pocket of my jacket.

A yellow dumpster
with the word LINGER
spray painted in black
across its side

Something crunches beneath my sole
I don't look down
to see what it is
at

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