When I Die

…Let it not be spring, when grass

awakens, trees and all good things

smell of the earth, my bedfellow…

–Excerpt from “When I Die” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 3013). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

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