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4. I’m Not Sure about Dying

on a day like this one, low clouds

with some rain in them

and some Mendelssohn tuning a broken viola

for a child

and the one-legged waiter at McLeary’s

whistling like a god full of birds.

I’m not sure I want to go off

on a breeze such as this that strokes the awning

above a battered door, with the portrait of Jean-Paul Sartre

carved just under the top hinge next to the sign

that reminds you to abandon all hope

every time it opens, and reads “Just kidding” when it shuts.

On such a day I’m not sure

what my hands mean by what they can’t contain, that blue