recorded from memory
by the time I reached twenty-one
I had nearly died two or three times
but not once did I ask
is that all there is
now that I think of it
three times is probably an
understated calculation
and truth be told
I was shot dead
four or five times by danny burke
back in the summer of sixty-nine
each time resurrected by
cigarette-smoking and pie-eating
self-trained teenage witches
it’s funny what you remember
when reworking your
obituary [from memory]
for the seventh or eighth time
december two thousand nineteen
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You simply amaze me every single poem.
So very kind of you to say, thank you Lara/Trace.
I could nominate you for Iowa Poet Laureate!