If I die alone and waiting
for you to see me clearlyor alone and holding
love like a bird in my handsor alone and burning
in a house I do not own—will you cry for me
as I have cried for youor will you toast
to another fine annihilation?
YOU ARE READING
eating the moon
Poetrycatalog of small tortures highest ranking: #2 in poemcollection © z. t. corley, 2023
IF I DIE ALONE AND WAITING
If I die alone and waiting
for you to see me clearlyor alone and holding
love like a bird in my handsor alone and burning
in a house I do not own—will you cry for me
as I have cried for youor will you toast
to another fine annihilation?