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How to Kill a Bird
And this is my last one, I think.
“The last one!”
I scream it into the empty fridge.
I think of moonscape-induced boredom.
I think of poorly made mugs,
thin pottery.
A mug that needed coffee dumped in,
the microwave that lit it up,
sparks dancing around handle and rim.
I send you notes, suggestions.
I play hangman with your ghost.
SPOILER ALERT
Every answer is “over.”
I’m embarrassed that I did not die.
It makes those years feel weirdly vague
and inconsequential.
I grapple with the memory of our life,
choke-hold it slow.
I want to want to die.
Your memory evokes a stale taste,
cold beans on toast.
Your mother’s words that made
my eyes
water and spill over.
The incredible embarrassment that followed.
“Do you cry in front of your son?”
That, my flint striking powder,
that my incredulous gaze,
dumbfounded. Aghast.
“YES YES YES”
I barely remember you.
I wish I did.
I wish for torment.
I wish regret.
Your voice runs in and out of my ear
like lake water
when I call about money.
I wish to be prostrate in front of
an imagined God.
I want to want to die.
Instead I am sowing sunflower seeds
left over from
the ones we nurtured in pots,
unaware the roots would stunt.
Watching them come up,
tear shaped buds
leaning towards sunlight.
Completely unaware,
completely unconcerned,
with those
that died at our feet.