While discussing death
With Marley
At 5 a.m.
Leaning forward
On a 3-legged chair
To keep from tipping
I noticed the dust
Collecting in the corners of the room
And wondered
If we kept talking too long
Would we bury ourselves
I kicked him out
Finally
And began to lay down
Strips of aluminium foil
So the light
Would cast my reflection
And I would know
That I was still alive
Andrew R Crow (Canada)
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