i saw a man die today.

a thought behind my eyes as

his body twists in the air,

that

a body shouldn’t be pretzeled into

this shape he’s contorted into.

it was the head splitting on

the side of the road like

a watermelon that had been

tied too loose to the back of a motorbike

crashing after barely-

holding on-

and the scream-

the scream-

followed by the

silence that spits and swallows simultaneously

.

and the particular drag of

the soul like it’s been

caught at the leg by a strong

current and cannot

quite stand on its own.

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