Part. I. The Beginning of the End by Uriel TovarI came through the back door of
the morgue
hoping not to be noticed.
I was fat with depression and
the air wasn't any thinner.
you stayed still
peering into the
acoustic tile--
I don't think you wanted to be noticed anymore than I did. 12/02/2005 Author's Note: a new series i'm starting.
Posted on 12/02/2005 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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