She is thinking again
about how not to die, ever.
(As it was yesterday, as it will be
tomorrow.)
Who isn’t?
she wants to know. Who’s not
figuring it out or at least fretting
about it? Maybe that
Goddamn Dalai Lama?
I hate that guy, y’know,
because he might get there
without trying.
Peace,
she says,
folds herself into
a lotus pose
with a snarl.
How not to die,
ever. Have to get that right,
and soon.
Dark Matter 
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