(a relevant poem)
on the day of the dead
skulls painted
in a dozen shades of red
sit by a crucified jesus christ figure at the side of her bed
scotch with her meds
playing penny slots again
she says when i meet the lord i’ll be wearing this long black dress
then she says oh my
i don’t want to die
on the day of the dead
the sun’s going down
and the kids are all out
i pass a pirate and a princess and a devil on the way into town
the pharmacist
at the cvs
says boy i can’t believe your mama is the woman in the dress
i ask him why
he says you look so white
i pay and i leave and i know it’s gonna be a cold night
i help her into bed
she says sorry i’m a mess
and tomorrow i don’t know if i can wake up but i swear i’ll do my best
then she says oh my
i don’t want to die
on the day of the dead