How to Survive the First Twenty-Four Hours After a Death
a poem + audio
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I sit in a restaurant
eating vegan pho on an overcast New Year’s Day.
People are sitting beside me
planning their resolutions out,
releasing themselves
from the prior year
mistakes & failures.
I bring the scalding broth to my lips, somewhere
a poem is dislodged from the break in reality.
Somewhere, you are still alive.
The clock on the restaurant’s w…
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