Lasting Memories
At the funeral parlor, the director warned us
not to go see my father before he was cremated.
I pictured his body on a cold cot, alone.
His body had swollen,
his nose was broken,
and his face was twisted.
I saw his massive body become gargantuan.
I saw the pieces of his nose—jagged and bloody—
I saw the skin hang off the center of his face—
while sitting in the chair
surrounded by my family.
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