Poem, Firefly Death Probably, Memory Loss, Grim
Memory of Loss
July 3, 2023
having recycled the jar the fireflies were in
Ted’s mom refused to apologize
said they had it coming
now, her dreams are speckled
night-blooming flowers drawing tears
drafting night-terrors in starry abandon
they keep her in their living room now
unrepentant, erratic hand motions
sweeping skies that aren’t there
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