vial #4: 07.07.2023

the humidity is unmatched

clothes stick to my sweaty skin 

bugs buzz incessantly

    at the tip top of Kuhn Tan

friends who are family keep us company 

and words in mom’s memory are spoken with care

providing us with literal love to lean upon 

 

I swat the flies that flit around, 

and annoyed that I feel annoyed, 

I urge myself to be present 

                        to cherish this moment 

                        and ignore the creatures fluttering about

Zab scatters the ashes from the highest rock.

Auntie Karen remarks, 
“She lives in each of you.”