Augustus (from Empire)

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.

–Amy Lawless

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