For Mother. I gave the best eulogy I could muster: the best I could strain to speak.
As I take to the altar, look out
On all the faces who smiled for you, once.
The grief in my throat is
Knot-tight. I am barely
Gulping these words.
The scribbled paper rattles in my hands.
I’ve drank a glass full of dry air,
Cannot ease this constriction: it’s sunk
Down to where the stomach also
Holds its doubts and guards them
Brief though this stumbling is,
I am sorry I cannot give you
This eulogy entire, speak it out. I can only