Check.

poetry

When last I checked
I’d heard you’d died
when last I checked
you’d lost your way
when last I checked
You had escalated your
situation, and it’s
up to you to
redefine what ‘died’
really means
between now
and when next I check

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the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

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