Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Poem Excluding Cancer by Noah Falck

Poem Excluding Cancer

In graveyards, on our backs,
we think of nothing
and it’s storm patterns.
You describe the twilight
first as a dull breath of death,
and later as a sex tape
involving too many crayons.
I look at you until my head fills
with leftover tea shards. Until
you are cancer free.

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