Death In Distant Family
Wendy was beautfiul and disturbed
A beauty the photographs could only barely capture
Wife's sister barlely known is dead.
It is not her release from pain that unsettles me,
Nor the savage swiftness of her transition's last developments,
It is the simple realizations:
That something in me loved her
Loved the fantasy like you love a movie star
Or a magazine model -
Or a woman so striking only a mogul could own her -
So rare the physical perfection;
The young son left behind enhancing an in the bone realization,
That Death does not negotiate and can not be reversed;
Demanding the writing of late night scribbles
To restore some semblance of capacity for sleep.