Soporific

I spent this past day in a haze of sleep. I feel dream drunk and out of place. Am I awake? Am I alive? Perhaps the dream is dreaming me.

Poem: Why Death Stopped For Me

Why Death Stopped For Me

“Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me”
from Because I could not stop for Death (479) by Emily Dickinson

I must’ve been sweet
on his tongue. He stopped by
for a sip turned into five.
That’s it, he swore, at his
final lip-smacking taste.
He must’ve told himself
I was too sweet. Must’ve said
something that good
had to be bad for his health.

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