"To My Cousin" by Shireen Seif
That night you died,
how did it go?
Did you become the air
that you were straining to breathe?
Did your soul slip out of your mouth in your
last foggy exhalation?
Did it toss your body's hollow flesh
like over worn rags to the floor?
Your organs now merely a taxidermist's cotton stuffing
packed tightly into rigor mortis.
When
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