A life in boxes
Shut, sealed
Repeatedly
Which is why I tend toward cremation
Dreams
They will talk
Afterward
I know they will say he was
A selfish man
Fair
I thought I was after a sound
That would ring true
Really ring
And make me whole
Again
One, peace
I can imagine being whole once
But things happen
Changes
A psychic I consulted told me
I brought loud noise into her
Home
She knew
I was headed west
She winced when I mentioned
LSD
And spoke of brain damage
Suggested protein
And nicer thinking
“Who is Gertrude?” she asked
A cat, dead
I never got over that
It never stopped