Generic Relationships

[Bunx]

Were you there yesterday, or was it me,
standing there in the spring like a row of corn
from a memory of that autumn day
you didn't come to see me on our birthday. Are ya'll twins in this poem? or is it an anniversary? anyways i like that you made a point to make this stanza about a specific date

It was a broken ministry,
just your mother, your dad,
eternal undertaker in common Saturday,
and a host of other guests.Makes me think that the subject of this poem could be speaking beyond the grave wooOOoo

You smiled when I walked over,
wearing your black trousers, like me,
instead of your usual black skirts
that mimic your father's profession.

Handing out samples in a grocery store;
I guess when every girl's dream is to become a succubus,
the legitimate ones have to find legitimate work too.
So was it you? Everyone thought you were my sister,signifies that this isn't incest. damn...

except your parents, of course; and thank goodness for that.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take you home
and let you steal so much of my soul.
Something your boyfriend has never had to offer.Like this poem alot, in its mysterious ways. I think that the narrator of the poem is a friend of the persons funeral they are intending. Perhaps the son or groundskeeper himself. Anyways this poem still gets to me