Birthday Suit
What I am wearing now
I shall wear at close of curtain.
My birthday suit's
the foundation
layer of a shroud.
Of course they'll add a tie, a smile, a coffin
or a kiln.
Meanwhile I've added bagatelles
to keep warm and alive
absent you.
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The Letter Not to Send
September was the time to see
November, time to telephone
January is the time
To bury under snows
That March might thaw
And April melt
And May return
As more than nothing
Something
Even
Beautiful
