I stuff a clock in forever’s mouth
which it chews up,
spits out—time, a Giant Hogweed,
poisonous to touch, can even

blind you. My Aunt Stokesia
says she wants forever.
It means Heaven
where she’ll be—
that will be heavenly.
When forever calls, a salesman
who gets his foot in the door
and won’t stop talking—ever—

she freezes, wants to stop
time, the one thing it can’t do.
Death pops in,
a jack-in-the-box clown.
She runs to the basement and locks

the door. I’m already there.
I never liked clowns. I keep death
from claiming me one pill at a time.
I’m a shore,
the water dried up.

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