“and I give my breath/ to a small bird-shaped pipe.”

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Afternoon
Max Ritvo
When I was about to die
my body lit up
like when I leave my house
without my wallet.
What am I missing? I ask
patting my chest
pocket.
 –
and I am missing everything living
that won’t come with me
into this sunny afternoon

Max Ritvo, Poet Who Chronicled His Cancer Fight, Dies at 25 – AUG. 26, 2016

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