Death Shorts

I Had Two Questions for My Surgeon, Gynocologist, and Oncologist:

have I done enough with my writing,

and have I actually lived?

Less Than Once Would Have Been Enough

when that fucker Death flicked

his wet tongue

into my ear

Regret is Regret

ground to a powder, leaking blood.

I’ve Wounded

and been wounded

in love. I’ve lived.

How Odd

I’m writing poems about death

for fun!

Death has Fat, Freezing Lips

Death has fat, freezing lips.