she wanted to dig up the body
not his body, but the wooden box
with ashes, he is too far from me
she said, need him closer, away from
rain seeping under dirt, talk never
turned to shovels, chardonnay, chardonnay
and words, words, left him in ground
but he wasn’t there either, missing
husband, reward upon return
she put up signs, but
no one ever called
Tag: Wine
“Near Drowning” Published
BIG thanks to the Creative Writing Department at New Jersey City University for publishing this non-fiction piece.
