It is not what you remember that is surprising
it’s what you forget.
Only hours later a FB photo emerges,
or a video. And the fine details
(already forgotten)
seem to delight, then shock you.
Tiny nuances, the sound of shoes
the shriek of an animal
or the ridiculousness
of really poor young men
in bleached white polyester
and 80 peso sunglasses
dropping the candles
to awkwardly manoeuvre your coffin.
© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine
- Daily Post: Dash
- I’m part of Post A Day 2017
I found this scribbled page while throwing stuff out yesterday. I have no memory of writing this but obviously I dashed off a note in the hours after your funeral. I do know I drank a lot of Red Horse that night.
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