Like Nothing On

March 12, 2019 § 1 Comment



If we’re to be nothing after death

let it be nothing like nothing on,

like a dress you take off

on a very hot night

to feel the slightest breeze,

a dim light that gives you goosebumps.


If we cannot be that skin

we might be the breeze itself

or a thin layer of dust

under the bare feet

as we wait in a corner

for the good lord, the bad kid.

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