DOORS

By Megan Patiry

My first death

was my first poem

A eulogy, no less

“Grandma was the lighthouse of

our lives,” I’d said

But the podium beside her casket

put a spotlight

on mine

The lights flooded her coffin

Accentuated my silhouette from behind

We shared that stage

•••

In death

there are doors

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