happy hour

for RH

Grandma says she’s going to the funeral to see who’s there
like I say I’m going to get a drink. the woman, not someone
she knew too well, but someone of a similar age & blackness
some southern daughter spun north out of a promise or terror
filled night, who fled into winter to escape the rope, the rope
skinned good ole boys just being boys, but that’s not on her
mind right now, just help me get this necklace on she says
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