red eye

- red eye -

the I5 is foggy
as you fly out
and i drive away.

reminds me of
the I5 airport ride
when my sister
bought me a fine wool fedora
after my mother's suicide.
some kind of
expensive consolation.

hunger helps us eat.
loss pain
helps us love.

my grandma's vintage
Chinese silks
will go to you.

i am consoled.

[in honor of my dear friend Irene]