with leaf veil covering its face
As if to say, "don't look at me."
Then the t.v. showed women
In Iran cutting hair, screaming
"Look at us!" And the image swiftly
Arose in my mind, you in headscarf,
all the women you knew, I started to cry.
Not because I was sad, but because
You would be sad, if you were alive.
It's all a waste, my tears, your life, the lot.
So instead can I tell you all the things
You'd love? Like your brother bought
a house. It's in Indy where there's now
an Ikea. I baked cookies and It's perfect
autumn weather. NASA shot a rocket
and hit an asteroid it's so sci-fi.
Tomorrow's my birthday. 35.
We must still be best friends. Must be.
What other reason am I talking
To someone who's been dead 13 years?
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