Blending in with the trunks
of maple trees. Here
like the shedding of cells
or growing hair follicles.
I will not speak today of the poison
thickening my soup, nor will
I speak of the weight compressing
my lungs. For some angels have swarmed me
and I promised them silence. This dying will be hard
like choking on a breadstick.
But after that is through, nobody
will break me. After that, dancing
will be made easy, and breathing will mean nothing
but a gentle flow
of in and out.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “SpinRock Reader Lit Forum” November 2015
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