Cost Of Living
Entry by: FrankieMae
2nd September 2022
Your casket is empty
Except for
Silk lined predictions
In a cream, white lace
A veil you spun
Like a spider
With just as many eyes.
A web
Wrapped around and around
Tiny soft hands
Half hers, half his
Whoever he is
But not half mine
Green blooms on your kitchen table
The light dapples, you think it
But you will not
or can not,
Perhaps the cost is too dear
To tell her they are for her.
Is it something old and blue?
Or two empty bottles,
red teeth and red lips
spit obituary, toast it
close the lid
the mahogany traps my fingers
Your altar and mine
are the same
We both pray to her, hands clasped
Lowered breath
I won’t mourn
I won’t
Could there be an organ song
More suited
To this chasm left where you dropped her
This web is thicker than water
Your grief and hers entwined
Except for
Silk lined predictions
In a cream, white lace
A veil you spun
Like a spider
With just as many eyes.
A web
Wrapped around and around
Tiny soft hands
Half hers, half his
Whoever he is
But not half mine
Green blooms on your kitchen table
The light dapples, you think it
But you will not
or can not,
Perhaps the cost is too dear
To tell her they are for her.
Is it something old and blue?
Or two empty bottles,
red teeth and red lips
spit obituary, toast it
close the lid
the mahogany traps my fingers
Your altar and mine
are the same
We both pray to her, hands clasped
Lowered breath
I won’t mourn
I won’t
Could there be an organ song
More suited
To this chasm left where you dropped her
This web is thicker than water
Your grief and hers entwined