The FuneralSuddenly, a congregation of disappointed dresses and cotton coffins. ![]() Little boys were kicking God under the table to see who’d limp from the bending of their invisible lives. ![]() Little girls were starting fires in their red purses. ![]() The smell of smoke caused a sensation ![]() spoken of for years. ![]() The corners of the room filled with future music. ![]() The floorboard whispers and creaking ears ![]() stuffed themselves behind the sofas, armchairs, and awkward chimneys, ![]() along with each other’s golden prayers, elongated flames. ![]() Then someone knocked on the door to the basement. ![]() The timing of confetti was never planned. ![]() A voice became a world falling in pieces small enough to see. ![]() The funeral was over. |
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