Poetry by Julie Forbush |

a fitting tragedy (still life with cigarette)

i was just sitting on the porch

& thinking how maybe

i should take up smoking

how the world

might appreciate me so much more

if i had a vice

if Death were perched

a little more obviously on my shoulder

some shrouded & sadistic parrot

echoing the words i write

as if every one

might be the last

then i'd be a fitting tragedy

to listen to

the world sees no art

in just living

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Julie Forbush is a twenty year old San Francisco writer & is published on various websites as well an in one anthology entitled Wordcolors, the name of which she has always found annoying.