NaPoWriMo 2023 — Day 19: “The Urn”

19. The Urn

She’s up early,
burning the horoscope section —
“nothing’s disrupting
my plans”, she says

There’s no coffee left,
a given considering
the screeching laments
of the night before

She hasn’t slept,
afraid to dream of him again,
pre-ash form, cradling his
own urn like a child

“Sometimes he is
the child,” she tells me,
“& I’m the urn”, she holds
him inside of her

I’m sighing on the window
seat, afraid to say
I miss him too, searching
the sky for tears

All is grey — the clouds,
the woven kitchen mat,
the new streaks in her hair,
& he is too now, I suppose,

Forever & ever a cold spot
in the corner of the sunlit room,
& we’ll both keep on pretending
we don’t notice him

Photo by Ksenia Chernaya

Published by Jennifer Patino


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