I Do Not Remember The Funeral

Igor Ovsyannykov

I do not remember the funeral.
But I remember when the first frost hit
and everyone around me was busy
hiding in oversized sweatshirts and cider mugs.
A girl in the hallway says
I should try smiling a little more.
Maybe it would help.

Suddenly,
I want to burn everything. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

This poem is from Ari Eastman’s latest poetry book Bloodline.

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Bloodline is available as a physical and electronic book. You can buy it here

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✨ real(ly not) chill. poet. writer. mental health activist. mama shark. ✨

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