Conversations with Death

I bit my tongue
Don’t forget

Your umbrella. At
The fair. Spit it


Out. Ventoso &
Vamp was in town that day only a


Few hours more. Please. What
Yes?
What? No


Nothing. Just
A large buttered popcorn


I chewed
Too fast. Pain then. It


Came as a shock. Did it ever
Stop?
Bright


Dots. Slip-
Pery buttons. Yes I


Remember my favorite shirt
On the collar how sudden black


Blood. No it’s never
Come out. But here we


Are. Ready? Step
Right up. Hot


And fresh. A full
Bucket that’s wide as your


Face. Yesiree just one ace to
Peek inside


The furious whirling glass
Cocoon’s closed


Circuit of perfect
Fleecy white explosions
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