HOME ❋ C.T. McGaha

sometimes i wonder
who sews the flowers
on these motel bed spreads
and on the pillowcases
and i want that person
whoever they are
to assemble the arrangements
at my wake              and stay
for the ceremony             so they know
me             the open casket door
the mourning father
the devoted mother
sobbing             the lost sister
i mean really             this stitching
is impeccable