up
to the notion of making
a will.
it's about time
i think
as i wipe the sweat
from my
brow,
a thermometer
resting
on my chin.
who gets what,
who gets
nothing.
i'm
holding onto
grudges until
the bitter end.
it's what we do,
my Italian
friend.
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