Post-Death (it's kinda a pun)

I ran a 5k for a dying mother.
I read a post about death holding a classmates hand.
I watched the dog die and the car sell.

I'm beginning to think death touches the horizon more often than does the sunset.

It's in every breath we take and every word we yell. It's hiding behind olly-olly-oxen-free and protecting the fragile from the dangerous. We wrap it with bows and flowers and double sided paper. We've given it countless metaphors and imaginary readings. It's motivation, inspiration it's activation.

Death is an extra hair tie on someone else's wrist. Death is losing your wallet in a New York City cab and still looking for it. When death stops by for dinner you vacuum the floors and make your finest meal. You'll buy a new dress for your date with death because you're hoping to get lucky. It's the way extra buttons are attached to the sweater, but you throw them away because you don't think it will hurt you.

It's in every breath we take, but it's in every breath we put out.