“You will go to the grave and it will be an ordinary hole, it will terrify you.” PoetryPublishedPalette PoetryWhat Will Happen Author:Leila Chatti
“You will say Show me the body, and they will not show you the body. You will wear the only black clothes you own and they will collect what you forgot drifts daily around you: motes of pale dust, the day’s heat, a strand of her hair. You will not touch the mug left on the side table, ruby seal of her lips’ whorls and creases, the wet ring beneath it a zero, a gaping mouth. You will go to the grave and it will be an ordinary hole, it will terrify you. You will not sleep, or you will sleep beyond waking so it resembles a minor death. You will forget it is Tuesday, Wednesday, and one day walking from one room to another, you will realize a week has passed since last her breath shook loose. This will destroy you in that it has not destroyed you.” PublishedPalette PoetryWhat Will Happen Author:Leila Chatti