Written by: Kim Rodrigues

GRAVE THOUGHTS unseen even though protocol states 6 feet under all along walking up to the stone pushing up daisies with my feet until his mate fades away and a fresh dig even then a tent covers the gaping hole but we circle back and now only a bandaid board covers the open wound we peek - can’t help ourselves we don’t see a wooden coffin instead the object’s encased in cement and i find that 6 feet is hardly anything at all and realize her mate resides just a shovelful away they could almost hold hands and i want to reach toward the man i met as an infant the one that loved me and i’m sad i’ve walked over corpses souls reside over my head solace kisses heaven sent and we drive away an indelible image left in my eye a snapshot underneath the lid 5/30/2017