she's grumpy this morning and i'm positively nauseous
we walked through the cemetery on 153rd.
past all the family mausoleums; little child-headstones that never made it passed six,
babies that didn't live long enough for names. we walked through the cemetery and saw
handprints in the cement and broken doors,
spray paint on graves.
"this woman had to live twenty years without her husband, all alone"
"you would never let them paint over my headstone, right?"
"you would never let them put me in the ground, right?"
these are important things to think about
with a soulmate