in lieu of flowers drink coffee

until the retinas are burnt through

and the funeral home has closed up shop and walked off

in lieu of flowers send the first born

to wash the dirt away

from the middle of the road

in lieu of flowers give thanks

that the sun is 92.96 million miles away

from the epicenter of the indiscretion

in lieu of flowers break the china

so that no one sees the

residue of bitterness

in lieu of flowers eat the dirt

from the middle of the road

and give the night to the cicadas


Julia Snyder is an emerging poet and writer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She specializes in extremely short pieces, which have been published in Generation literary magazine.

Photograph from a Leif Holmstrand performance.

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