Monday, September 22, 2014

the black suit

your friend
buys a new suit.
black.
a nice suit.
stylish.
it's on a hanger
waiting.
it's a funeral
suit.
the shoes too.
black
as stones.
the reflection
of his
hand
upon them as
he sets them
in the closet.
waiting.
it's his last
suit.
it fits
perfectly.
sometimes he
tries it on
and thinks of
the words
he'll say,
when the day comes
to put it on.
practicing
the eulogy.

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