I was with the skull all evening,
smirking at its cold jokes.
Our breath came out in backwards hymns
as it spoke of what death is really like.
I said to it that I wanted to shake its hand
for giving me such relief.
It replied that
one day, when it worked up the energy,
it would reach its arms out of the earth
in daisies and let me pick them.
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