what is the shape of absence?
bubba’s chicken pluckers
white ashes with bits of martybone
mother’s yellow cats-eyed sunglasses
in New Orleans after Katrina coffins floated out of
shallow graves the bodies freed some danced the
bamboula some continued on to Zion
maybe that will happen here up on Bathurst St.
where in your coffin i placed the above noted items
somehow in my shock i forgot i’d never see them again
or you
i will dust you off dear you’re probably a bit damp too
and hungry don’t ask we’ll go for lobster the world now
less motherless + me sporting your mouldering yellow
sunglasses Welcome Home Mummybird!
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Spring 2026 ..how ’bout watering the goddamn grass at the cemetery?..
songanddancegirl 