Charles Kell Dead Letter Office

I wake in the cemetery,
raise my finger
to the foggy sky & draw
a slanted mausoleum.

Place what's left of my
father's ashes inside its mauve
walls. Prop the door with mother's
wooden leg. Carve a window

in the granite so my last
phantom has air to visit.
each suicide is a successful
attempt at sublimation

the gravedigger warned me.
I am crawling naked
in circles on a mountain
of femur-shaped spirea.

This is what the Bible
promised. I am
a beetle fingers & toes
wiggle in the wind.

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