An Apparition

An apparition on the heals

of losing strings, sunlight,

and what to say to a dying friend

who doesn’t know their dying.

Strings break when awoken

to bees on the spine, the dying

wake thinking of tying toes

to ground.  An apparition on heals,

in the library, plays real, says:

“You got the time? You ain’t gonna

make it, girl, you gonna give up and he’s

just fuckin’ ya. He’s just. Got the time?”

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