How much do our sadnesses weigh?

The Catholic bells go bung, bung.
What does love sound like?

Cars encase us-
some the hairy kind.

The sky turns from
black to pink
to blue to
pink to black.

The little one
gets taller
and thinner
and asks me
When do we Die?

When we are finished living,
I say,
taking a bite of salmon kabob
and wondering if anyone heard
his question
on this bright sunny Saturday
outside patio
shoppers with bags
hairs done
shiny sandals
expensive blouses.

We sit in the dark touring Saturn
for the sixth or seventh time
What does the Universe smell like?

our skin dampens,
our legs creak,
we need water.


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