APOLOGY, AFTER YOUR MOTHER'S FUNERAL

3 4 Y A P O L O G Y , A F T E R Y O U R M O T H E R ’ S F U N E R A L C A T H E R I N E S T E A R N S I may have laughed when we went to bed you shielding in your cupped hand a match to see our way to the light switch We didn’t know our way around the house but found in her fridge a beer and stood by the stove to drink a toast in her honor I saw you then as she must have unhard unhurt and followed your white shirt choosing the side closest to the door You’ll have to cross the dark to leave me ...