Status Updates From The Private Journals of Edv...

One evening we sat together at a café
she says suddenly, “You remember you talked
about dreaming that
you kissed me
and that your kiss devoured Death’s cold lips” Yes I say
You know you—there was maybe something in that

So I say tensely
yes she says—you have taken note of
my deep coughing seizure—it happens
I often spit
blood in the morning there goes through me a feeling like—
like that