prying open my third eye
"   We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
And when you open your mouth,
a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
and burns a hole through it.   "
Ai, “Conversation” from Vice: New and Selected Poems
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"   But isn’t there always
one good thing
to look back on?
Think of
how many cups of coffee we
drank together.   "
Charles Bukowski  
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