He kindly stopped for me -
|By the Deathbed Fever|
Edvard Munch (1893)
Everyone wanted in on my death –
those I used to call my friends
and strangers in the street
even my dentist said this is a small town.
How they crowded around my bed –
bringing grapes and chocolates
eager for a sight of blood
to be first with the news of my demise.
As for me, I just lay there under the sheet –
wondering how long this would take
hugging my body goodbye
apologizing for the inconvenience of my departure.
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