EMILY AS A CROW DROPS, DEAD DARREN DEMAREE
The scuffed keys
of my world
dangle on a thin red
ribbon Emily carries
casually through
farmer’s markets
& yoga classes
& even though
I remind her all
of the time that
death is not so casual
in Ohio, she will
only smile at me
when I point to
the sky to track
the dying bird’s fall.
She smiles at me.
She holds my face.
She is not worried
about death. She knows
many things I do not.