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The Common Cold
Through my bedroom door
I feel Elvis shaking
The walls and I imagine
Her on ocean blue chair
Drinking coffee, eyes glued
On Golden Girls, laughing
While she loses bad
In the kitchen, burning
Gas on the stove
Her Empty Yahtzee card
And mine full. She dies
When I share
A new joke. I poke
And prod, a brand new
Stethoscope could not hear her
Heart beating. It was cheap.
Her eyes fall. She rasps
To three twice, digs
Down deeper, fills
Wet lungs to seven and
__________________
They say money changes you
but money don't change you
it just makes you more of what you
already are.
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