Again, the dream about
the beet red face and
I know that means heart
failure. He stabs for a
breath, gets a sandy voice
instead, says here is
my comic book like it is
the end of the last sentence
he will ever say out loud.

— published in Poetry
 — republished in Red Oak Review

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