Trigger Warning
The funeral director,
with his slick-backed hair
and blue reading glasses
perched on the end
of his sharp little nose,
solemnly announces
you can be placed
in more than one urn.
For a fee, you can sit
in dozens of urns—
at a cousin’s or niece’s
brother’s or aunt’s.
You need not be confined,
my love;
we can each carry
part of you in our hearts,
part of you back to our homes.