Poems from AugustPfiz

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My Nasty Little Scurrying
I am I am that roach.   You are letting me scurry letting me scurry letting me scurry   You are amused by my problems amused by my dreams...
No One Will Want My Organs When I Die
I try not to think about splitting my head open and letting all the pressure out. When my parents ask my doctor if they need to hide all...
Hands
How they chop—Caress, hold, claspPrepare meals, scrub toiletsClutch the dying, cover the dead Hands hold handsWorshipping… Their touch—...
Insert Coins
Smoking at a laundry matInsert coinsTo watch the twirl of your clothesInsert coinsTo strike up a conversation with a strangerInsert coins ...
Where is Brother, Is that Brother
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to...