you should have been buried wearing your Celtic shawl with an Irish whistle playing
……….but all I heard were cellos
and the whoosh of the gas fireplace turning on in the living room as I imagined
……….the cremation of your body covered in quilt pieces
I wish you could have been buried in a wood coffin wrapped in the celery quilt
……….inside a stone circle where the wind is in love with its own echo
*The Köel is a Southeast Asian poem. It’s short, a singular emotion, “a rain of spark.”
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