The Funeral Parlor ... A Poem By The Inimitable Hooda Helami

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She grieves when grief

is on the dance card

She cries on cue

when the deceased

is in view

Preparing her exit 

with midnight thoughts

about whose pants

will adorn

her bedpost

The deceased 

would have thought

the same thing

if she was on view

***

Nothing draped

the bedpost

that night

She dreamt about

finding 

a deceased t-shirt

under her pillow

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© HOODA HELAMI ©

Alter Ego #142857 

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