THE DEAD CHICKADEE

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Living Room 6:40pm

I wrapped The Corpse

of My Mother

in Saran Wrap

so I could see Her better

& carried Her inside the house

My House

so I could hear Her better

I refrained from putting Her

inside the freezer

& carried Her instead

to the downstairs bathroom

to partake in the ceremony

befallen all The Others

Note:  This was written on the last page of My Keith Haring Journal