today, i am going to bury my mother.
she's been dead for almost a year.
i will put her ashes in the ground.
today, i am wearing her ring on my finger.
i remember this ring on her finger.
it looks out of place on mine.
i don't know what to say.
words are too big and filling.
i can only express it with silence.
isn't this how we usually honor our dead?
with a moment of silence?
words are clowns. cluttered into a small car.
they are garish and loud. honking horns and painted faces.
they are out of place in this black crepe arena.
they are playing for the wrong crowd.
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