My cousin is becoming light,
his heart disease is the departure
I grew up to:
Coronary heart failure
Causing loss and sadness.
I think his obituary photo was taken
And I will always remember
His fatherhood a grace
I don’t know how to explain cardiac arrest
I don’t understand
How each funeral
ruins my family,
How medical literature in English lives
Eyes open
His laugh like echoes into a well
the weight of his life unending
and I can’t make my family exercise;
I forget the science of my family
became normalized through pain.
‘High blood’ (pressure) & ulcers are jokes
in conversations that don’t register.
Beneath glass in a coffin
His care for land like people
A province of spirit sun water salt
