Let words distance themselves
like my widowed grandmother:
wear the simplest of cotton, eat the thinnest air,
and depend on money orders.
The family, and anyone who counted,
discussed the ayes and nays of a cremation,
as grandfather’s body lay, beside a flickering
lamp — never lit while he was alive.
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