Death Has a Distinct Face That Never Lets Me Forget Proximity

Death Has a Distinct Face That Never Lets Me Forget Proximity

Jeanine Deibel (bio)

I can test the qualityof a morgue by listening to its flytraps

I can detach and pick the sedimentlodged                   in orbital bones

              Tar           the great congealer              Still         such delicate hands

I can dismiss trifling shitlike,       At least he went peacefully

I was happy you went in a blast                you were just       that kind of guyOf course I threw upfor the next three weeks so my hypothesis

requires further review