Chosen Family
Small roses bloom from curved white bone
The florist says, “I will know you how I see you now”
A body like yours
Ask how it aches.
Thoughts that are loved because they’re empty
Approaching the desire for more life
The florist says, “I know you because I’ve seen you exploring,”
Becoming the person you’d want comfort from after death
A dead name is a dead language.
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That last line is rendering
Becoming the person you’d want comfort from after death
A dead name is a dead language.
Aaaahhhh! What an inspired conclusion. It propelled me back to reading your poem several times. Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you for reading it!