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
the idea that
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

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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