At the Wake
She has lost her husband of thirty-five years.
“He had such an awkward-shaped head,” she says, “and I had just bought him two new hats for the summer.”
The room reeks of lilies and old coffee.
“What on earth am I supposed to do with those hats?”
Sam Samman died on May 18, 2008.
May he rest in peace…
I like to think the sun’s so soft in heaven
that there’s no need for hats.