we didn’t want to see the body
the smell was coming from her apartment
and our mother had shot herself.
I said I wanted proof she was dead
I asked, “Are you sure you burned the right body?”
the urn was so small. copper, tastefully etched
later, my brother and I got so drunk
we got into a fight, took it out to the street
I tried to hit him and missed.
In The Seat Beside Me
I can feel the knots
the odd angles, the bones,
want to tell her to run, run, run
but deep inside, I know she will just go home.
She sits so close to me, pressed against her seat
the damage rippling under her thin skin