of the funeral home I used
to live
above there
are crows spilling bleach
and ochre
feathers through
daffodiled
rooms through rooms
through
catacombs and clawless
laughter
laughter
the face
of my friend is here
of the funeral home I used
to live
above there
are crows spilling bleach
and ochre
feathers through
daffodiled
rooms through rooms
through
catacombs and clawless
laughter
laughter
the face
of my friend is here