The Drowning Man Dreams of Different Deaths

Toppling from a tightrope
stretched between your bare knees

Last fallen man in a dance contest

Jumping from a plane wearing a
backpack instead of a parachute

dying, as they say, of laughter

Stomach so stuffed with sweets
the witch can barely cram you
into her glowing oven

Of thirst, mouth too dry to form words

So quickly from the impact
you still can’t believe it

In your sleep
stiffening into
something of an embrace

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