Expiration Date

Expiration Date

Douglas Wyatt Anderson

Each day, You call me to die 
And I imagine a slow fade, with some final, quiet exhalation in some distant room
but maybe also
I need to die differently
Each day
like my ballpoint pen
with inky abundance in death
The last light of the western sun illuminating radiant falling leaves 
Or a child on the verge of a meltdown
running around the room 
Or a Bilbo Baggins eleventy-oneth birthday 
Trusting that all that is left behind
is so much less than what lies ahead

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Douglas Wyatt Anderson
Poet & Medical Student

Wyatt is a novice poet and medical student who writes primarily on intersections of theology, botany, and medicine. His first book of poetry “Internal Organs” will be published spring of 2024 through Kelsay Books. 

 Photography by Planet Volumes