I respect the person
who sat in this chair before me
that squeaks too loud for such a somber affair
not because they sat in this chair
you were in pain, I’m in pain, it’s nothing special
but, because of the wall art
a canvas print of a painting
all in hideous shades of grey
of endless mountains and forests
almost as if you were lost
and were closing your eyes
as the numbness set in
just like I want it to right now
and, the person
who sat in this chair before me
drew a yellow sun and bright blue clouds
there on the wall art
crayon vandalism
and something in me doubts
that it’s not to argue with the grey of being lost
or to contrast the conversations of loss
but just as a fuck you
to the awful art
in all its hideous shades of grey
Samantha Fowler 