We are I am such such a fools fool
thinking feeling she’s dead now I’m dead now
I just saw her eyes her face
it was her my daughter who died her heart stopped my heart stopped
she rotted I rotted from early Saturday until Monday morning
from when they told me on and on we moldered
thinking feeling knowing
she’s dead now
I’m dead now
and on and on until
she came to me as ashes
and I spread her ashes her ashes my ashes on and on and on at the edge of the Atlantic down south in Truro
and I lived and died at the edge of the Atlantic in a small town in Maine
our bigger non selves our wonderful terrible ocean
oceans and oceans I am we are so small so big vast and endless
as we become sand to ocean to sky to past this small bubble of life and death
space and universe
and on and on until now
I just saw her eyes her face
We are I am such such a fools fool
I’ve waited for so long to see her eyes to look into her eyes
again
sobbing my water
to hers