She Laughs

The grandparents if my

memories are smaller then

my fists

My grandmother keeps

repeating

Like a desperate plea

"I'm dying"

"I'm dead"

She grins.

"When I die"

"When I die..."

She laughs.

"When you're married"

"Soon"

I cringe; it's like she no

longer dreads

It's like she

welcomes the turnover

Lights a fire

Makes some tea

For the stranger that

bears

My end and hers