(for Mr. Cummings)
parenthesize death all you want,
Sir. put poems in its lap; syntax
the crap out of us all in kisses,
laughter, flutter, flowers.
that casket’s still too small;
this day, too soon.
After this and this, by E.E. Cummings.
i love the capitalized Mr. and lowercase i’s, and of course, that you syntax the crap out of it
My heart is in this place at this time.
“the casket’s still too small;
this day, too soon.”