After the Funeral II

Her ass got fat
but it looked good on her
I told her I’d missed her face
& I did
though I hadn’t pictured it
in years

Before long
she was telling me secrets
she was always like that
a secret she was always telling

I never expected her to grow up so well
& she told me she was surprised
to see that I had

She talked & I listened
when her flittering around the bar
landed at my side

I smiled, looking down
guarding my face from her
with cigarette drags
swigs of beer
& the subtle cupping of her ear
to the sound of my voice