because grass has covered up all the graves.
My mom tells me she’s grateful
she has my dad’s ashes in an urn.
While walking to the car
we see this white deer
sunbathing next to an old-looking headstone.
When it gallops away
it’s the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen. Then for lunch
we eat chicken wings and talk
about how monsters are born
in this world. Pretty soon
there’s a basket of bones
sitting between us. We can
arrange them as much as we want
but it won’t change a thing.
