Can't believe

I can't believe its so late

in my life.

I can't believe a child of mine

can join the Marines

The coldness of a choice and the need to let go

I can't believe

how many dead people reside in my Rolodex, waiting for my eye

to bring them back

just a name to slide by, brings color, scent

a little house,

a painting a church a veteran

That mechanic, he died on a death march some fifty years ago

he was my son too.

Mixed

oh mixed

I am all tangled with dead people

I don't know why I should stay here anymore.