“Attending a Burial” by Dan Lenart (read at magazine release event @ Central Library on April 17th)

Everyone wears black
I hate sickness, dying, death and going to funerals
it’s a social gesture, a nod to friends
the Irish are grand masters
send them off in style

In my distraction, I turn and look up
I love to daydream
a bright new vista becomes apparent, between the white puffy clouds
Behind the glorious splendor of the brilliant sky
the burning blue cuts into my gaze
I love the idea of falling in love
it beats all this misery
putting my friend into the ground
and throwing dirt on top of our memories.

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