after I read your obituary
I exhaled
now I can walk into ShopRite
without expecting to see your face at the end of the
coffee aisle
now I can turn onto Spring Street at dusk
without thinking Was that your silhouette in front of the
parking meter!?!
now I can answer the phone
without thinking you might have finally found me...
but that was not your obituary
that was a
different lover
<catching my breath>
three down,
maybe forty-four
obituaries to go
