Something Else

your urn was / exactly as you’d wanted

Greyscale photograph of Gary Barwin against a green background.

it’s been raining all night
and I can’t sleep
half-remembering a poem

Dave McFadden, you said
we should write every day
and today was your funeral

your urn was
exactly as you’d wanted:
a Dilbert cookie-jar

you wrote
that perfect poem I can’t quite remember:
“why do we worry?”

I don’t remember the rest, something like
we’re something
and then something else after that

Gary Barwin
Gary Barwin's books include the recent novel, Nothing the Same, Everything Haunted: The Ballad of Motl the Cowboy and the poetry collection Bird Arsonist (with Tom Prime). He lives in Hamilton, Ontario.

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