by Simon Constam (Toronto, Canada)
As idly as she possibly can, she asks
where we’ll be buried. She says we ought to,
as a couple, even past the end, stay married.
But her long-dead first husband she already has
placed in primary honour in the family plot.
His name is raised on the gravestone.
What place might I take there and which one not?
Perhaps I ought to be in a nearby grave alone.
Or should I think about Jewish burial somewhere else?
She could remain with her once and greater love as
I am not jealous of a presumed hereafter.
But oh, what will my children, learning this, be thinking of?
And, alas, she and I, on another matter, we’re also in disarray
as she favours cremation and I favour decay.
Simon Constam is a Toronto poet and aphorist. Since late 2018, he has published and continues to publish, under the moniker Daily Ferocity, on Instagram, a new, original aphorism every day. He also sends them out to an email subscriber list. His first book of poetry, Brought Down, a book of Jewish poetry, was just published by Wipf and Stock Publishers. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org