Funeral Playlist

There you go, leaving
to be at your father’s death bed,
a bit more life shaved off
each day you live.
I haven’t met him
and you drive
badly
through the night
past the moon-supporting ocean
armoured up and frightened
of your fears
to be there
when he breathes his last.
In my confusion
and in your neediness
I kissed the black eye
I gave you
and I am not sorry
for your grief
and I will wear my best dress
Please note, I’d like
Into My Arms,
Here’s Where the Story Ends
and Avalon too, if there’s time.