Ahh It is so much better! Lots more editing! Thank you Laura and Katie- rewriting is always better with a friend!
The Scattered Eulogy
A farmer’s market-
Johnny’s mom
checks them off
they are dripping
Mr. Chan’s sprinkler.
She drips layers,
pollutes telescopes,
dyes starchy sheets red,
they scribble down my driveway;
ricotta
hides
the pan with aluminum foil.
When you squeeze tears out,
she covers herself in black,
dripping
I attend the funeral
where you sit, cry,
and eat lasagna.
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