Metronome
A friend says her grief
Is like a puppy pooping
In the corner yes!
It stinks all right
Hyperactive / aware
A small blonde girl
At the Kurtistown Cafe
Stood in high pink boots
Her shirt read NO!
I asked if she wore it
So she didn’t have
To say it, but NO!
Was her and her father’s
Answer / they left
Hand in hand with her
“Sushi toys” / his plate
Lunch / A woman in mask
Came over to ask
If I also live alone
She lives out of a cooler
I said no / but I left
My husband at the airport
And was treating myself
To kalua cabbage
Grief becomes a form
Of awareness / a looking
With / an eating with
The dead / you’d hold up
Your hands before you ate
Blessing the food
Before it entered you
To fuel a prayer for
My dog and cats /
They organize them
Selves in geometries
Triangle square near
Perfect circle before
An inevitable shift
Stench from litter box
Or yell from food dish
Bark at front door
Metronome keeping
Time before it stops
Again /
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