Funereal
Consider the labor
required of the shadow. Its attention,
its quick shift.
It is disrespectful
to believe we are in control.
Years ago, I, too,
thought otherwise —
that light’s figuring dance
was an offering
to our forms,
to our music. But when I saw the silhouette
of the body
of my friend,
I thought, Oh, how fragile
my understanding
of everything
light scorns. It was terrible, the yellow
wearing on her body.
Just terrible.
about the author
