for my mother
Now that this has happened
I’m at my most unreasonable yet.
I routinely think I know more than everyone;
I’m religious, romantic; I always believe
the world can’t be real.
Now that you are passing, and I grieve,
I know even more the truth of what I feel.
Death isn’t true—
no, it isn’t true.
I believe this—because it’s you.
We hear the news and do what we are expected to do.
But death isn’t true.