The funeral was quiet, and at first
it was not too hard.
But later, in the quiet of her home
when the guests had left
their condolences and flowers still fresh
in her memory, she noticed -
A misspelling, on a wreath.
numbers lost their meaning +
dates seemed to come at random.
She could not speak, her teeth
became a sieve
to scramble syllables and meaning.
When the bills came
for his casket and for the food,
the letters bleached and blurred
into the bone-white
scraps of paper, which crumbled
senselessly, in her hand.