Trigger Warning - Issue 2

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By Adiba Nelson

I already know that I will not go to your funeral

I will not climb the church steps

I will not sit on the front pew

I will not come to the mic and stare out at the crowd from behind dark sunglasses and wax poetic about the life you led, the things you believed and the dreams you had

I will not sit next to your urn and greet the line of ppl gathering to hug me and tell me how

much they loved you and how much you loved me

I will not bring you into my home

I will not set you on the mantle

I will not plant you in the ground with wildflower seeds so I can lament you in spring and watch you die again in summer

To do even one of these things

Just one of these things

Would kill me too

It would shuttle me to a place I do not know and it is unlikely I’d be able to find my way hom