my grandfather is buried in
TSA packaging
ready and waiting
(on paper and in person)
until my grandmother dies
perhaps the packaging
will be a different color
then
and they can be returned to
home country
I drive alone
wearing only clothes
that came without
packaging
south, mostly
until I reach
my home country
abbreviated, really
more of an acronym
than an origin
no one ever told me
what it stands for
stands, the forest
refuses to sit nicely
in a cardboard box
(understandable)
to be shipped somewhere
to bury me
wherever I die
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