Friday, February 17, 2023

Poem of the Day 02.17.23

life after death books

people are always
coming up to me
wanting life after death books

they want to reconnect
with a loved one

a husband or wife
a child or an old friend

they say they see signs
that the dead still exist amongst us

spilled liquid for no reason
something precious of theirs suddenly gone

a song that keeps reminding them
playing wherever they go

they need to make sense of these signs

so they want books
on life after death
written by someone who hasn’t yet died

and if i can
i get the books for them

fetch them from the shelf
or order one if i don’t have it

the people seem satisfied
happy even

they take their book
on life after death
and leave

i go back to my desk
and sit there

trying as hard as i can
to not cast judgement
on anyone

but myself.



03.23.20

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