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Thursday, March 17, 2011


by Sarah Anne Stinnet

You’re dead now.
Your life spent
celebrating with cake, cookies, candies, Pi.
Math counted when you saw the numbers
under your feet,
under your legs,
under your hips curving up to the tip
top of your head,
now calculate your sum,
you’re dead.
As bees in honey drown
you take too much, you
take too much, you take
too much.
The persistent hum of your heart
You are a tire I slashed
a penny I placed on train tracks
the paint I spilled
on a canvas of your face
so I will always know
you’re dead now.
On your tombstone, iron cast,
It reads, “Thin At Last.”


  1. I'll try to never take too much again!
    Nice job!

  2. this young poet is one to keep your eyes, ears, nose, and whatever other senses you can muster, on! thank you and keep true to your promise, Ms. Stinnett.

  3. Eloquent and beautiful, while humorous at the same time. Fantastic!

  4. Love the endng!