To My Future Offspring

I thoughtabout teaching youwhat death is, or more likely, youfinding out and asking me why, how, wherewe go then. I'm suddenly terrified of this even thoughyou don't yet exist in any sense. Right now I am keeping griefin small, manageable packets. I am quietly bewilderedby potatoes I've forgotten, inspecting the sproutsin their eyes, feeling slightly foolish for notusing them earlier. Right now griefis easily quelled: I take a knifeto the growth, and lifestays simple.