Added January 9, 2015

I am not thinking of Death, but Death is thinking of me.

Poem
2002
Mark Strand
Released 2002 Poem
Older Lydia is dead. But they don't know this yet. 1977, May 3, six thirty in the morning, no one knows anything but this innocuous fact: Lydia is late for breakfast.
Newer I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin'.

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