There is so much to grieve
Not least of all- you.
I found you
Slumped, alone and purple
Your hands reeking of garlic and pitted Greek olives
The malnourished cat at your elbow
like a matted gargoyle, awaiting some savior of death.
I thought- how long.
The cleaner was gone for a week
Another world tragedy
Some illness of fatal wind took her daughter
Maybe a week later when the body’s been processed but our minds are still numb with excuse
We’ll say- we should have seen.
Reached out and wrote
Maybe a surprise on the doorstep
Thinking a surprise presence is desired of a woman
Who’s smoking breath died with the first utter of-
You told pillow stories in a closet
I wondered if that wardrobe
Or some other white witch snatched your mind
Or if our minds
have multiple sides
And you were just brave enough to see
I think of you
And your judgment
Your eyes glaring from the third story
A look of fiction maybe for pictures
We'll never witness
Where is the lining those days your brow won’t unknit
When the sorrow won't leak
But glazes like rotted turkey salad left out on the blue marbled title
Before it was dressed
Because your house keeper
Didn’t show up as scheduled.
What happens to a woman
Un immortalized by the internet.
Was she alive, we'll ask?