My death is close enough
now
that it corrupts the smells
and flavors of the world
and plants its swollen face
at the edge of every
view and vista.
So this is how the body
prepares itself to leave—
by spoiling the here and
now
with chronic ill at ease.
http://fictionaut.com/stories/gary-hardaway/how-the-body-prepares-itself
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