Conversations with Death

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