in General

Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Funeral today, a lovely blue day. So many things I’d like to say to the family. Tearful testimonials; an unfamiliar language sung in unison; dirt shoveled onto a pine box. Tonight, we lit a candle. I don’t know what to say to them.

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