My Mother Asks Me to Write Grandma's Obituary

in sequential order of infinity

To passaway  ] : 3 point

from  ] 1

saw her everywhere, today 4

into  ] 1

my grandma said I’m going to 5

heaven–& I hope I will see you there 9

but I 2

lost sight : when that brightly cool 6

white sky poured through me : 5

my anemic prayers 3

like a hometown strip mall 5

in nowhere, east Tennessee : I wrung out the 8

blinding sky : dripping with I will fear no evil : 9

at pandemic funerals, her Baptist church plays 7

pre-recorded solos : spines to mustard colored pews : like 9

heat lightning in 3

late June : 2

every revelation flashed 3

white : the child-locked backseat window finger-cracked : 8

driving home from VBS : 4

waking early, stumbling to the empty 6

kitchen : dimly 2

lighting my linoleum-cold feet : grandma 6

told me if I 4

could go back, 3

marry your grandfather 3

sooner : I just didn’t know how little time : 8

I climbed the 3

garage roof : 2

toes tucked against the shingles : fell through 7

the fields : flattened my body under the summer rain : 9

promised to love on time 5

breath  ] 0

winters ago : 2

I turned my grandfather’s Ford tractor into embroidery :

it remained hanging on Grandma’s wall until her 8

breath became a scrap 4

: hollowed : 1

& now it costs $450 to put her obituary 9

in the local paper : living is owing : 7

$10,000 1

funerals grieve a body : & hold 6

miles of birds : in unending January : while I walk 9

the cemetery alone : 3

& I never explained myself : waited for a better 9

heaven : with much stronger hands : now, she watches me 9

kiss their swollen 3

boy-lips from a swollen heaven : leaking 7

with our best words : my 5

god : 1

breath  ] 0

I protected her from the 5

best of me : heirloom tomatoes decayed : her county 8

road crumbled 2

breath  ] 0

I drained her garden hose all summer : well water 9

dessicated : & husks of tall grasses whip 7

the field toward unfearing : 4

my hearing revises to listening : breath to halcyon breath : 9

how heat lightning strikes 4

her rust-red barn 4

down hill : & I watch 5

as the wood beams catch careful seconds & spark : 9

leaving faded 2

plastic flowers behind 3

breath  ] 0

my private revelation crests the cemetery : illuminating : 7

whether or not I wake to see it : 8

we 1

love so many people into the 6

past tense : perennial dew 4

breath  ] 0