katie chao and ben muessig CC
Obituary with Your Name in It
The rusty smell of blood lingered
across the freeway the instant your ghost
was born. Fragmented body parts
grieved as they landed north and south
bound at the slaughter scene. The truck driver’s panic
attack was an earthquake that thunderstruck
an entire town. You handed a life sentence
of flashbacks that taunt him every time
he flicks the ignition on. The local newspaper splattered
your story in bloody ink but they never wrote your name.
But your family did, your neighbourhood did, your friends did
and I did. Flynn, I vomited in my chest
of drawers aching to know why you chose a coffin
over your son. The psychedelic drug
loiters as the hallucinations of your face
stalk me at work. Dad was there
filming for the news but he didn’t know
it was you. The mountains
of soccer trophies you won watch over
your son as he dreams of you standing in your red
and blue uniform at the end of his crib. Your life
fills a cardboard box that he opens every day
so he never forgets who you are. Flynn, for 10 years I saw the dark
shadows you couldn’t escape no matter how fast you ran.
In your will you wrote all our names. We each inherited a piece of your pain.
Bianca Grace is a poet from Australia. She writes from her living room which is overloaded with photos of memories which she draws inspiration from.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.