Apricity Press Issue 2 March 2017 - Page 54

EMILY AS A CROW DROPS, DEAD DARREN DEMAREE

The scuffed keys

of my world

dangle on a thin red

ribbon Emily carries

casually through

farmer’s markets

& yoga classes

& even though

I remind her all

of the time that

death is not so casual

in Ohio, she will

only smile at me

when I point to

the sky to track

the dying bird’s fall.

She smiles at me.

She holds my face.

She is not worried

about death. She knows

many things I do not.