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  • you died at a party.
    on a fucking chaise lounge.
    with a fucking towel or some cheap blanket to keep you warm.

    why didn't they notice
    you were dying?

    i was in the shower when the police came.
    i thought it was something someone else had done.
    i cursed him. then dad came in to tell me.

    i cried in the shower.
    it was mother's day.
    fucking mother's day.
    i cried. then i went to work.

    later. a day later, a week later?
    i don't know.

    i rode my bike to somewhere.
    the marine stadium?

    at your funeral, we made our sticker say R E A L F U N.
    later, i changed into a white skirt and the tie dyed shirt you made for me.
    it looked like a hotdog.

    you and i were just beginning to really know each other.
    you and i were starting to become friends, not just siblings.
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