If I silently go past, then know-
I am too enraptured with...

When mincing
at the margin...

When I die
I want my body burned...

There is goodness in living
a life like a young river...

You, poet,
with your toes clenched in river mud...

Death is a woman
at the height of her beauty. She...

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Oct 19 1874 Willie F. Ursinus Typhoid Fever 6...

Today, I went out.
I took a bath, with lavender and oils, I...

On the weekend
I go home...

I think about death in the morning
while combing my hair, examining...