After You Are Buried

by Laura Zacharin

Friends I trust
they come
at night
so I leave
your things
where I can see them

A leather wallet
hand cream
Your book open
to a page
marked up
in blue
a knitted hat

Some nights
I stay up
Other nights
I say
to myself
be sensible take
a zopiclone
warm milk

— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 2