This is How I Die by Kris Aziz | One Poem Only
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This is How I Die
Kris Aziz
This is how I die
Glass reflecting moonlight
on the pavement
Metal and gasoline mixing with
Blood in the air
A paramedic holding my hand
Except, wait-- rewind.
I chose to get Taco Bell
Before getting on the highway
After all.
I don't worry about the calories
Or how a dress will fit
After all, I have a coupon for
A free soft taco
That says "you deserve it".
I am not dead, I am eating a
Nacho fry Baja blast chalupa
In standstill traffic.
No, this is how I die:
An empty bottle with one undrunk
Drop…
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