“I don’t know how to die”
Like it was some kind of embarrassment
“I have a few things at the house
You keep them for me . . .
The christmas ornaments
Under the stair . . .
I always wanted you to have them . . .”
And so I’m here
In the dust
dusty spider web
Lingers in the corner
It will be dark soon
I find the box
Aged cardboard box
A goofy styrofoam ball
Decorated with white glue and glitter . . .
And a red bird
A cardinal ~ because its the state bird
God that was so important to my young heart
To get the perfectly corect bird
For my Aunt
Who loved me
When others . . .
I hate the way tears and dust mix