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I used to work in a funeral home
I used to sit with the dead.
I used to fit them in their finest clothes
I arranged their flowers, their hair, their hands.
As I worked
I’d listen to Mozart, sometimes it was the Ramones
sometimes I would eat Pez and sprinkle holy water
on a plant we kept in the hall.
The dead had died
and I was alive
we were mismatched companions for awhile
I wonder what it was
watched us both
such quiet and thoughtful silence.