Bookstore Poem #671

Yesterday’s pre-reading workshop was about death. This is the poem I wrote.

I don’t have to think about that last day anymore
the ache in my knees reminds me every morning
that you have gone

Lately, I smell candles wherever I go
though your matches
are largely unstruck

The cat is used to me now
I have become her favourite pillow
on cold mornings

I am having little things fixed
to feel like I am doing something
(and they need fixing)

It’s a good thing
you had that new roof put on last year
autumn storms are coming

(19 October 2019—posted October 20th)



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