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my new friend
after the heart attack, Death met me
in the parking lot,
put her arm around me,
standing there, shocked
and confused, and promised
a cup of hot chocolate
with so much whipped cream
that my nose would go white,
and a donut, blueberry
with the crunchy outside, just
the way she knew I liked it,
and we sat together, talking about
things I'd forgotten I wanted
to do before meeting her,
as the ambulances came and went
while we watched, eating a donut
that never got smaller,
sipping chocolate
that never went cold.
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