I Die on My Eightieth Birthday and Wake Up on My Twenty-Third

by Caleb Edmondson

You forgot how good
sunburnt ass cheeks feel.
Swim in every river you pass.
Swim naked.
Why’d you trash our liver?
There’s time to do everything
for the second time again.
I can’t explain how the world ends,
but three times we get close.
Please.
Cry when it hurts.
Cry often.

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