The Wake

I remember the plants because

there were so many of them.

I found one in a white pot that

I wanted to keep for myself

and a man told me to

be careful

 

as I lifted it, my hands

disconnected and rearranged,

absent of scaphoid or radius

or tendon sheath—

 

I remembered someone once

saying that women typically

live longer than men, but with

our matriarch gone first, I questioned

how longevity was earned, if it was

 

bloodborne—

 

In the late July heat, the only

thing I could think to do was

tend to my own body with

dandelion and

medicine and

husk & cool stone

 

even though there was so little

room left in my skin for anything

but water and grief—

 

You should know that I ended

up taking two of the plants home

even though I’ve never been

good at keeping them alive—


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