The funeral (2020)

At the end what is left is one scoop of your bone.
The bone you share and eat.
At the end what is left is just you.
And the child I had with you that has no memory.
Looking at her grave, I have thought. ‘But you too have lived long enough’
Felt tired about having to be sad about the things that were not sad.
The only impulse I had was to go home and check. Play the game she has created.
The thing that she has created.

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