…ill
through the mail slot.
Loneliness and an empty bottle
of pills rest on her bedside table.
Her gravestone, forever six feet
from my dad’s, separated only
by secrets and sins.
A Bible verse picked out by Mom’s denial
is carved on blue marble
with the copperplate calligraphy style.
A river runs hard and fast
past the cemetery.
An unseen, silent breeze and grief
quiver in au…