Breakfast With Death

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She sits at the same chair. 8 A.M. Sharp.

Her husband used to order eggs and a piece

Of sour dough toast.

She sits alone now.

Staring at the hard boys

With hair slicked back and knives and daggers

They are the hyena in

The wild

Her solitude is the

Gangrene

She isn’t ready to go.

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