a river ran through me

You fell out into the toilet like a shit and I

wrapped you up in yellow tracing paper and ribbon and I

buried you in the garden

next to the dead ginger cat who I

loved so very much.

I jarred.

Not dirty but precious.

Yet there

in the soil next to bones and minerals and things with

pretty names like protozoa

rotting.

All gone.

Can you say ‘all gone’?

All gone.