Photo from Black & WTF Photos:
And when you die, the sky will be bright blue
Not gray, like you’d imagined, but the kind
of blue that could make you pull over
and angle your self over the dash
to have a look. You don’t know it’s coming.
No one knows it’s coming. Your ’02 Taurus mangling
a fresh water lake, the lace of your just-washed cami hooked
over a rotting branch, the dirt they will push over your coffin.
These are the things that do not fit. The sky is the most
surprising, though, that blue. It will hit you, the way a kid
smoking a cigarette would, all stubby fingers and too-adult
face. They say the nails are the first to go. Just fingers, just
toes.
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