TROY OSAKI
Another Poem in Which My Grandpa is Gone
Ka Fidel’s kids ask for his ashes to be sent to the Philippines
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Ka Fidel’s kids ask for his ashes to be sent to the Philippines
The cage exists only in our mind.
Kick down the door. Matchstick.
And saying it brought me
to the ground.
I died in my room and they turned it
Into a tomb
In fear, a seed sprouts
quick on a human finger.
It had run on, the river and the horse in it.
Fate? On my finger, a knotted string, still.
floating in my own still water,
waiting to be loved
She did not invent the apple
I had a feeling for the music
but not for myself