How I spend my time when I'm not epinionating | | But soon
I'm writing speeches for my father's wake,
deciding how I'll hold my hands and head
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grief without mistakes.
I will not pull away if strangers break
my spine in crushing hugs, attempt to thread
their fingers through my own. I will not dread
their platitudes or pity, and will make
myself a smiling puppet. Casseroles
will bring me solace. I will never cry
in public, nor permit my hands to tremble,
nor fuss when dripping calla lily bowls
leave lasting rings on the piano. I
will be as still as that man I resemble. |