I Watched in Clean Jeans

You just lay there in a wooden box

sleeping someone yawned.

You never slept like this before

with folks watching in church clothes.

Uncle Lee gave a nervous laugh.

I stared at nothing funny.

“They’re smoking in the back,”

says a man in black.



At home I watched your bed last night.

it was breathing, gasping like you.

How can you be dead? Beds don’t lie.

I couldn’t help it,

I watched mom make your bed,

real nice she made it, but my eyes spied

your slippers are missing.

You’re gone.