After the Wake
While trying to dry the neighbour's casserole
A dead silent box betrays her.
I consult my grief archives to remember how
I ask dad how she felt at 28, when a dentist
broke every tooth from her mouth.
On good days she filled newspaper cones with
On the flight back to Whitehorse i am bumped
to first class.
Before i can even eat breakfast, frickin Jan
Arden on the headset has me weeping into my merlot.
Spring?! After alienating the roommates, my
new puppy Lily and i move into the greenhouse.
The first summer explodes like a technicolour
aria and i have never looked so good in a string bikini.
It is said unresolved grief causes hair to sprout
on a woman's chin.