April 3, 2009

#31 old grief

his remains
lie
a box in the earth



my memories
live
a box in my mind

thoughts and feelings
atrophy-and-swell-and-sleep-and-scream
until:

-random
Scrabble
colander
marble
or
-key dates
Accident-anniversary
birthday
christmas
open my box

i feel
i remember
his glasses strap
elastic
black
worn
his characteristic nondescript fashion
monochromatic shirts
multi-ownered pants
classic wallabees

and i smile inside

until

smiles turn liquid
travel lacrimal labyrinth

his Dad's eyes
in funeral home
dead
returning the library book
Overdue and stained
red

i close the box
sometimes slam
sometimes squeeze

Rejoin this world


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