you tallied your losses: | | |
my father taught me roman numerals but
he never taught me to estimate weights
(pounds, grams, kilos) and so
i could not estimate the weight of the casket you bore –
I’m sorry.
(i did taste the doubt in your mouth when you leaned over me)
Death treated you right
entered on cue when it fractured early november
made you grateful while i
spun around your tally marks like caskets are weightless –
naïve ballet tights hiding flesh
the offensive grace
of a dancer
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