glass jars aren't safe anymore so we'll throw them all away

forgetting the words for that thing
in that place
that keeps everything cold

chips but they aren't chips
the see through white cereal
that place we went where they had the big and little things

watching her blink, and wonder what will disappear next

the softest bits of brain hardening
turning black, burning
ash separating and slowly floating up

found deep in the woods by vultures circling above

sent from god, they said
god in the form of vultures helped us find her
god is good

"when do you think I'll die?" she asked
"how long do you think I have?"

and I think, who will be my mother