In regard to me, in regard to us
So it possesses the burden of the blood
Who put her on the floor?
The preparation of her body
Was a charitable event
Her edges would brighten
Her father placed her there
Nearest to the grave
Between the blankets being fathers
Between the fathers being graves
It was a charitable event
She looks happy smiling iridescent
Are my legs shut?
Is the music still on?
—
Nicholas Beren is a New Jersey native. In addition to his poetry, he has written film criticism and features for sundry outlets, online and in print. You can find him on twitter @BerenNicholas. He still lives in New Jersey.
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