One Year Later

it's true death doesn't fully kick in
for a year
but this wasn't what i was talking about
on purpose
i dragged my bed out to the sand
as if you can really choose who you come from
the way they sound
except
there were never any books
and the old ones who fed us we never saw again
only in dreams
do you want me to take you shopping mom
no i want to shoot pool
but this isn't what i was talking about
the sky opens the diameter of a mail slot
and the sun
orange of a child's wheel behind the sea
hesitated
once it almost got midway up