Today I went to the graveyard by the school, an old graveyard, a long forgotten place where the markers are like jagged teeth sticking up haphazardly along the sloping overgrown grounds. I was called there, I am often called there, usually I ignore the call, this time I could not.
I sat down under a tree. It was night.
I took an offering.
A small sad paper doll with eyes like mine. She pleaded with me and I said that it had to be.
I buried her under the tree.
With her I buried my sadness…
and the possibility of anything that could grow from the tie between her and me.
I gave her a headstone of a rock that glowed in the darkness.
Her small white foot stuck out from the bottom of the grave.
I told her that I could not keep her, I pushed her tiny foot into the dirt and mashed it down.
I threw dirt on a grave once.
I said goodbye to someone once.
I can do it again.