5-minute poem

getting dressed for a funeral

“progress is an invasive procedure,
undertaken only with an understanding
of the risks.”

“yes,” she responds.

“mourning is an ongoing test of character
performed on the unsuspecting–
a beloved bisque that’s just a little too hot.”

“yes, yes,” she responds.

“the weakened chill of too-bright morning
on the first sunday in april
is heavy, nonetheless.”

“i know,” she responds.

“some people just look better in certain colors
than others. i think you should wear
the darker dress, the black one. that dress.”

“let’s go,” she responds.


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