An Idea I Wish I’d Never Had

I don’t mean
to write a poem
about a poem,
but the timing of
the idea
is part of
the story, now.
I wish it wasn’t.

For weeks
I had been
sitting in my
grandma’s kitchen
contemplating
the idea that
eventually
all elderly people
buy some
random product
like flour
or a bottle
of cleaner
that remains
after they’re gone.

The refrain that kept
going through
my head was,
“What did you buy
at the store today
that will
be here
after
you?”

I never wrote it.
I never wrote
or said a lot of things,
and suddenly one day
she caught pneumonia
and was gone.

So now here I am
writing a poem
about a poem,
and all I want
is her back.

-GD Butler

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