sky

dark, light by soft, yet bright
light

glows on my eyes as I enter
my orange volkswagen in the bronx

this june night may be my last
as my appendix has brust and
poison gently fills by blood stream

pain has left
but I must move my car-traffic
agents will not stop their tickets
if I die; someone will pay
someone, but
not me

the doctor understood; she said: ‘you have five minutes-go’
she knew I wanted to see

sky
she knew

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