When I Die

When I die, let it not be winter

sifting me into ash, the bitter ice

making me colder than extinction…

–Excerpt from “When I Die” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

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