Post-Mortem Date

I should have read her future
in her coffee grounds
the way my grandmother did.

We should have trusted each other
before small talk replaced fairytales
in her coffee grounds.

I’d have told it believably:
short women made of tall stories
before small talk replaced fairytales.

We are awkward now, too tired to fight
the way my grandmother did:
short women made of tall stories.

helena

 

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