How To Kiss Death

I don’t believe in

History class for the same reason

I don’t believe in



maybe, just

maybe if I don’t believe

in it,

it will go away.

maybe, just

maybe if I don’t think about


it will





History class,

that is.

ghosts will always linger

somewhere. everyone

knows that.


it’s not that I don’t



it’s just that I don’t…

fine,  I don’t like History class

there. I said it. quote me.

it’s not the teacher or the homework.

(I mean, I get As and B+s)

I study! I have fun!


but how do you

believe in something that

you don’t know it positively happened?

yes, evidenceblahblahblah,

but I wasn’t there!

(fine, I’m a narcissist.)


and we don’t know it happened!

like we don’t

KNOW that ghosts

really exist!


History and ghosts.

two things that go well together:

put in some

Genocide, one cup of

Evil, a teaspoon of

Heroism, a pinch of

War with some sugar on top,

Sugar that tastes like blood.


Because that



History is.

Genocide and Evil (a bit of heroism) and War and Sugary Blood.

and, like Halloween,

Death and ghosts come out

of the shadows

in the night.

but mostly death and

I wish there was a book

in the library, called:

How to Kiss Death


and I wish this because most people don’t

understand why they die.

it’s because they won’t accept Death,

because they don’t want to become just another

spot on the map of History


page one:


there’s no going back,

but once you go back you’re on Death’s list.

suddenly, swiftly, Death will attack.

and then, big and bolded, chapter one: How to Kiss


you should wait in the shadows

until Death comes, pitying you,

and you cry from your sore mouth

and bleeding lips and broken heart,

Death will cease your fears and your worries and

Death will Kiss you and all of your dreams will come true and

Death will help you and hurt you and make you better than you ever were and

Death will kill you but it will be worth it and

Death will Kiss you with its salty lips until

Death sucks all of the pain out of you,

Death stops the crying and reverses the clock and

Death will help you-

and then I closed

the book







because, well, Death?!

No one wants to think about Death!


(oh, but, like, sorry if you’re maybe thinking about death right now…?)


and if I don’t think about it,

maybe, maybe it will go away,

Death might sneak back to the dusty corner

it came from, and it might go back from where it came from,

Death might retreat from History and History might not

be full of ghosts and ghosts

might Kiss Death back–


but I don’t think about those things,

it’s bad to think about– or is it?


is it bad to plan your future,

to remember your past, to acknowledge

the dead who

Kissed Death back


yes, it is bad,



maybe, just

maybe if I don’t believe

in it,

it will go away.

maybe, just

maybe if I don’t think about


it will






it is good to delve in,

for another bite,

another lesson,

another Kiss.

I open the book;

Chapter two:


Don’t Resist.

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