no time for grieving
my mother called today
and I answered with
a brave voice
she prefaced her intention
with a word of caution
and I assured her
now was as good a time
as any
in the end
it was a nonevent
[seriously mother I can
buy my own drugs]
and by the time
we had mutually hung up on
one another
I assumed my father
was still alive
february two thousand twenty-three
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