it's always right in the middle of everything
death

sometimes
I was between trips, comin' and goin' as they say
as we say
In our heart felt moments we wipe a tear away as best we can
would it be appropriate to wear the stretch pants.
I knew he was ill so I sent him 3 cards
carefully selected at walgreens or walmart
And I'm glad I did.
when someone dies it puts a number on our head
and sometimes we don't like to think about it
but sometimes we do.
I used to eat squirrels at my Uncle Junior's house.
Fried, in Lena, up the road from my grandmama.
They were good too, with gravy.  I used to look forward
to it.  We ate them with biscuits that aunt irene would cook.
That's when I was little.
I was a Little girl way back then.
 
My grandmother lived down the road from the cemetary
and we got our exercise by walking to and fro.
It was a fun thing for me to do.
She would talk about this and that and family and who
was buried where
and I listened with ears pretending on something else
 
He drank himself to death she said
aunt irene started bleeding from the eyes
she smoked and had a funny laugh
She was good to me
and I remember.