News Of Your Death Poem by Iman Mersal

News Of Your Death



I will receive your death
as the last wrong you committed against me.
I will not feel relief as you'd hoped.
And I will firmly believe
that you have denied me the opportunity
to diagnose the tumors
that lay dormant between us.
In the morning
I may be surprised by my puffed eyelids
and that the stoop in my back

has gotten sharper.

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