there are
things I want to shout
In a low
deep voice strongly
the good,
the bad, the ugly
returning a
call to the chapel
– the mortuary?
the
one-stop-shop that ships
remains of
the dead parcel post –
I spoke in a
little voice lightly
(yet sure) and irreconcilable
to the years
I’ve got behind me
Sister
arrives tomorrow
thursday at
the latest
