June 13, 2025
More in Release the Hounds watching my wife upon finding my body
dewdrops cover the naked corpse of my cold-skinned lover like a wool blanket on a cold march morning
the snow melted the floods still weeks away
this will be the holy water here atop this brown grass below this blue sky along this black river
forgive me, dearheart I sob, as we lay together in a tired gray dawn; our last morning
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