0n my gravestone I want thebest memories to be carved:
How you lifted the mountainoff my back.
The day you drove the '88 Chevyoff the interstate
and into my heart.
Just the method you usedto cook the burgers
on the outside grill
even when it rained
all the way down to
That November when we missedthe bus to 0rlando and spent
the night in the laundry room
of an Atlanta nursing home.
And sure, the darkest nightwhen Polly your best dog
gave up the ghost
on the bathroom mat
and you cried your
almost till dawn.
So ends this epistleto those who visit here
on their damn
Doug Bolling's poetry has appeared in Poetalk, Blue Unicorn, Tribeca Poetry Review, Hurricane Review, Indefinite Space, Illuminations, Iodine Poetry Journal and Convergence among others.
He has received three Pushcart Prize nominations and currently resides outside Chicago in Flossmoor, Illinois. His poetry has been both experimental and traditional.
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