DEATH Poem: ASHES, by Randi Schalet

The FedEx box arrives,
Sitting at my sister’s kitchen table–
Heavy for its size,
You, but not you.

Not your smooth back
I rubbed at night,
An island bird
Perched on your shoulder

Downstairs, your dirty dishes
Waiting—caked with macaroni.
A mess I don’t miss,
A mess I wish I had now.

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