Hunger

I go to your funeral to witness who else is still alive
You go because

Someone may say something about you being free now
You’re trapped

I say to the usher I’m on the bride’s side
My Freudian slip showing

It’s expected in Hawai’i
You give a gift of money to the remaining family
I have so many bills the thought flashes by
Will anyone know if I slide
An empty envelope into the box outside
Even though we were in love once

Sitting near the exit
I’m hoping for a quick service
I often need to pee so badly these days

I visualize consuming gau gee and potato salad beside your husband
And your descendants all the way to a great granddaughter

Each speaker has something extraordinary to say about you
If I’d been asked I’d say something about that too

Your daughter says you were perfect

I’d say you had the heart and were fast enough
To be perfect on the draw

The service ends and we file outside
I spot the table with the food and think twice
Then stay because this food may be all I’ll eat today