Dearly beloved,
we gather here
to say goodbye
to the late great
vessel:
The Writer
Once filled
with thoughts
and words—
Fiery emotions,
Observations,
Commas and
Semicolons.
We urge you
All
to follow her
to be broken
by the
long string
of senseless
Rejection and
the Bills that
piled in
stacks on
every surface
in her studio
apartment
in the middle
of the city.
Too many
“Too closes”
Too many
“Not Good Enoughs.”
It killed her
in the end
to not be
able to write
her stories
well enough
to Live.
If only
she’d have
married a doctor.
