Write a poem about death
Did you know that fired ceramics last forever?
A fun fact
I haven’t repressed from high school
Century-old containers containing the labored fruits
of civilizations my textbooks forgot to tell me about
Buried by Columbus, what a guy
I can’t believe the terrifying bust
I made of myself in high school
will outlive me
My cat will outlive me
I hope
I couldn’t bare to hold her furry
unmoving body in my arms
But one day I will
Left with the memories of her giant green eyes
and the many scars she’s left on my body
Results of expressions of my love
Clumps of hairy scabs and littered calcium claws
I’ll find under my bed one day
“Omg where’s Elinor?!” says every person who enters my apartment
She’s an Instagram celebrity
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I’m thinking about my grandpa’s thumb
Visualizing it in a bucket
A severed thumb saved
Stitched back on like a lizard’s tail
He told me what leeches are,
like on that episode of Avatar the Last Airbender
The joint doesn’t bend
One of his legs is shorter than the other
“I don’t care if your friends are having a mid-life crisis.”
My mom tells my dad
“You’re not buying a motorcycle.”
Crashed bike, leg mangled
It’s the 50s (I think)
Your nurse becomes your wife
Your shoes are different heights
Your granddaughter admires you for your crooked thumb,
shortened leg, pacemaker, and metal hips
Thankful for the frozen pepperoni pizza
and picking her up after school
