You were on the way to meet me
when I died a meter from your arm.
You saw the photo while you rode here.
Looking at my naked body.
I made a flipbook with a lemon
dividing you and me by time.
I took a bath to bring my chill down
& surrounded my body with thick blankets.
I made a flipbook rocking back and
forth staring at a Georgian calendar.
The closer you were to me, the more I’d die.
It took a month for you to get here.
It took a month for me to die.