COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
November Death
I will not die today
on a plane
even though my dreams
say so.
I will die
one rainy november
in New York City
when I am showering alone.
I'm okay with that
just as long as it is
a long ways away
and I get to fix a few things.
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