when he would
carve
the turkey, she'd take the automatic
knife from
his hand
and tell him
to sit down, let me do it.
so he would.
don't water
the plants like that she'd
say,
don't pour so much.
you snore
she says. i'll be in
the other room.
didn't you wear that shirt
yesterday,
here, let me find you one.
you can't go out
like that.
and now,
that's he gone, she
misses all the things he
did and visits
him weekly to weed
the grass he's under.
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