As my Sister Lay Dying

PURPLE 

I crochet the rug

she had begun for her youngest son. 

She rests against the headrest

propped on pillows

her eyes closed as an afternoon soap

plays its family dramas. 

I twine the purple wool

across my fingers

and hope my stitches are as neat and firm

as hers. 

The purple yarn is dark and luxurious

too opulent

for a young man to throw across

the back seat of his car.

 

 

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