3.21

– What do we remember about the dead?

She waded out of memories,

Nearly engulfed by dreams.

Bed unmade, like a tomb

Half built. Still soft without stone lid,

Still with heat. She ate

With plate in the shape of the sun –

He flew so close to it, also

So far. She cut herself

When cooking. Scarlet dews.

He must’ve died like that –

Red salt of the earth.

He died like Bible,

Took off with a gigantic cross,

Too artificial to worship. She cleaned

The plates, foams reminded her of clouds.

They whom were upon there,

All precipitated.

The weather forecast didn’t say

It would rain this hard.

Her baby cried early that day,

Woke the alarm, urged it

To go off. Sounds.

She was flooded again,

But forgot to cry,

For she suddenly remembered

He was also a mother’s child

Once.

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