Another procession.
This time,
a line of cars
driving
to the cemetery.
Mom calls Dad
on her cell.
He's on a buisness trip in Paris.
He offered to come home.
I told him it'd be okay.
I have Mom, and besides,
what could he do?
I hear Mom say,
"Beautiful service..."
"She's hanging in there..."
"Wish you could be here..."
"Wanna talk to Ava?"
I shake my head
and wave my hand
to tell her no.
There's nothing to say
that she hasn't said already.
"I guess she's tired right now..."
I make myself
drift back
to a happier time.
Jackson came to our school
in the fall
from a different school
in a different town.
He was the boy
with the shaved head
and the little goatee.
He looked old
for a junior.
The four of us,
Cali, Jessa, Zoe, and me,
talked about him
at lunch,
eating tacos,
Cali's favorite food.
"Maybe he had cancer," Jessa said,
"and lost his hair."
"That's terrible," Cali said.
'Maybe he thinks bald is sexy," Zoe said.
"On him," I said, "it is."
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