who'll be flying in
from three different countries
after years of absence
reunion ends
When the grandmother dies
it'll ruin summertime
for the grandkids who
in their mothers' grief will eat
okra each day
fresh & leftover
till it tastes like ash
When the grandmother dies
the groundskeeper will beg for cash
he comforts her he'll say
& the sisters
will reply
Were it not for you
the dead would have died
About this poem:
"This poem was composed on a cellphone text message. Each section is exactly 160 characters long according to text message parameters. The poem is part of a book-long thread, titled Textu, forthcoming from Copper Canyon press in e-format, in which all the poems were composed as text messages of exactly 160 characters long.
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