my favorite aunt
starved herself
to death in throes
of acute early
onset alzheimer's
brain & body
inverted
devoured
themselves
we buried her today
but bid goodbye
a ways back
maybe it was
better she looked
so like & unlike herself
i held a barely there
bony hand &
remembered
a beau geste
of bullshit at best
to translate
this world
thru myself
rearrange
little rows
of letters
just so
so surely one
might surmise
i must on
some level
mean
something
a shorter
search term for
how to heap
understanding
or patience
or space
or all
of the above
to be fallible
& human
& real
in real places
a history
of augean
attempts
to achieve
arrival at
a place
where we
feel our feet
under us
enough
to say
what we
wanted to
if not vacation
at least a
swimup desk
