Do you remember that day
in the garden I made for you
in the height of my delusions?
We were digging a hole for
our favorite cat and as our
snot and tears mixed with
the dirt I quietly suggested
you should mound the soil
to allow for the inevitable
sinking of the bones and flesh
you looked up at me with
pure malice and said through
gritted teeth, "Do you think
I've never dug a grave before?"
Instead of being freaked out
I did what any faithful wife
would do and with reverence
dear, always with reverence
I spray painted the *******
off Buddha's forehead to
place it on the grave and
you laughed and laughed
and gave me a hug, told me
"This is what I keep you
around for, see?"