2 poems by Tim J. Brennan

After I Die
No need to bury me
after I die; just lay me
down in weeds, face up
so I can look at the moon

as I try to remember what

the hell I did to get to such
a place so far from home

Upon a Time
Once a witch walked
behind me, fell
to make me fall
for her
I fell soft when I fell
hard, walked away
when I lay still
once upon her,
a time
long ago
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