Funeral Disability Poems

Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

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Use to Be

My best friend... 
I would bring things to you. 
You needed or wanted. 
I would talk to you for hours, 
about whatever you...

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Loss

How can I express, 
something that can not be written down, 
unless you can grasp lightening, 
harness thunder, shush a whisper…
or ask your self if...

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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California Cold 

Rented cars…
every month the cost?
Bread and milk.
Why? 
To go get my kids. 
I had to. 
My own car was bad, 
unreliable, and dangerous....

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Grandma

My hands hesitate here… hovering over the keyboard…
Numb, hard to make do as I ask…
This should be happy, 
but I am…
crying.

I miss her. 

She smoked...

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