If I've died once, I've died twice,
and maybe half a dozen times.
No one could count the blood
lost, the lives wasted. I've been
careless with the bathtub water,
inconsiderate of the veins.
I'm like a cat, with my fishbone
mouth and my penchant for
returning from the dead.
But everyone loses their
luck, sooner or later, or
maybe they finally gain some.

12/13/2004

Posted on 12/21/2004
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