From the February, 2003 edition of Fertile Field
Metaphysics
When I die,
I would like to be sent
to a kitchen,
where my father and mother
and two sisters and I
laugh under yellow lamp light...
When I die,
I would like to be sent
to a kitchen,
where my father and mother
and two sisters and I
laugh under yellow lamp light
and it is dark outside
and the radio is on
and we are cooking-
golden breaths of fried onions,
jazz overlaying rhythms of a soft rain.
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