Faust

All we can do
is help each other
die.
Did I help you, Lois?
The soles of your feet
turned purple
as your half-brother muttered
that you'd held on so long
to see your great-niece and great-nephew
grown.
They're grown now, Lois.
One of them is overripe.
No one who loved him
saw the change of color
in his skin.
You and I would have
given all
to save him—
but there's no one here
who makes that kind of bargain.
There's just a lot of stories
about politics and love.
In Order to Commit Suicide
Jason Morphew
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In Order to Commit Suicide

Jason Morphew

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