i don't know why thinking about death should keep you awake
poets throughout history have compared sleep and death remarked upon their likeness
it should be just the opposite thinking about death should make you drowsy
what is that nervous urgency that subjunctive moodiness that flashes when we think of the end
why did i tell him / her to fuck off when goodbye would have been enough
or worse why didn't i throw him down the stairs when i had the chance