In Which I Post A Photo Of Anjelica Chosen At Random And Compose A Poem About It



Watching The Dead
admittedly
for the first hour I thought I'd die
of boredom
until something
in the idly meandering narrative
speared me
I suspect it was solely you
and that wrenching confessional
of a climax
The Dead
rather aptly named
for what doesn't kill you
will destroy you
which seems a fitting tribute
for all the best stories
quietly told