“above the dirt”

gravestones are not for falsehoods
or for speaking ill – they mean
two things to different people.
that you lived, and that you died.



you could work with nights like this
where the memories are blurred
and the rain is underwhelming
and you miss midafternoon coffee.

there’s a dosage you remember
that dealt with nights like this,
but they were all long ago
dead in different / same problems,
now her face is blurred
her fingertips are waxy,
waned with all the words
I’ve stuttered through since.