10:04

nicks on our hands from cutting wild roses

placing orange flags

eternal reposes

a version of me never got off the floor

whimpers of "daddy" curled by the front door

familiar clothes hang from the hospital bed

tomorrow i'll tattoo the verse that he read

"stop the car" and "just say it"

the words - they were stuck

threw the phone like i threw myself down by the truck

shaking and swearing and guttural sounds

one chapter ended as knees hit the ground

we came, your three children

to the old family place

new life, little footsteps

shared biscuits and grace

juniper, pine, a blue casket closes

ironing black clothes while wiping our noses

five clips on repeat of your contagious laughter

since last thursday night there's you and there's after

sunbeams and black clouds

raindrops on the creek

it mimicked our hearts

dark joke of a week

that corner booth leather is seared in my mind

waves of laughter and grief

neon lights

closing time

white knuckles on memories

white knuckles on things

on knick-knacks and jingles

you touched or you'd sing

an 8 minute facetime five hours before

your hand on your heart, you leaned on the door

i won't see you drift to a grumpy old man

i won't get a text

i won't touch your hand

i know there's a future, new heaven, a home

but right now im angry; my prayers are moans

we cannot go under; i can't go around

we have to go through

this chapter

this town

all that you taught me

all charley becomes

a black hole in my chest rips and claws at my lungs

dappled and red stained-glass window light

again i will watch you

first row, piano side

last day that my dad is on top of the dirt

so i'll write this poem and sleep in your shirt

a white hearse is carrying what's left of the man

who taught me to walk

who taught me to stand

i picked you wildflowers and tied them with twine

i'm clutching your clothes

blinking lights in a line

as days and weeks pass and summer takes spring

the rain will still fall but the birds will still sing