lady lazarus
back from the dead
from under houses
torn from crawl spaces
pumped of poison
we rise and stories we tell
i do not claim to know death well
have only waltzed with him in the garden
he possessed a skilled step
and an even temper
he fills my dance card and slaps my ass
he never calls the next day.
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