NaPoWriMo 30 poems 30 days. Here we go…
It seems the dead follow you around,
Once free of the time space continuum chains.
Unsolicited advice is offered at every turn.
Prattling on about everything,
Are you really going out in that?
Why can’t you be more like your sister, the lawyer?
That’s an interesting haircut.
As if now that they are dead,
You suddenly care what they think.
copyright Michelle Wolff 2013