The problem is that
I can’t tell him what
I think about the fact
that he died.
I’m against it.
I’d rather he inhale, exhale,
repeat, et cetera,
but, as things are,
his parents, sibs and others
confront his worldly assets,
including a slow computer,
loose papers, and
an awful car
kept alive by his constant care.
It all may sit untouched for years
while loved ones deal
with more important things.
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About The Author
Ben-David Seligman lives in New Jersey, where he was born and raised, and where he works as an Assistant City Attorney. His poems have appeared in The Anthology of Magazine Verse, Midstream, Jewish Currents, Kerem, Yugntruf, Poetica, Spiral Bridge (Internet), The South Mountain Anthology, Columbia Perspectives, and Surgam.
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