This table is covered in cell phones
but no one is home.
Natia’s smiling pictures are everywhere but none
seem to replace the shaking horror
when we found out she was gone.
When her mother held her forehead and asked
so gently puzzled
why she had gone cold,
I remembered the awkward embarrassment of being
a child who wanted to reach into
her grandfather’s coffin and instead took
a cue from all those stoic monuments of adulthood
and yet, in my selfish adolescence
how I held my cat
in the back seat of my mother’s 4-Runner
until someone came out to remind me
I was late for school.
When you warn a child not to touch
a hot stove, doesn’t he always
touch it?
I myself have loved enough
to want to consume:
hold desire to my chest and
absorb it
to possess so ultimately
you only exist as a form of devotion.
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