There are no honest poems about dead women

What do we want from each other / after we have told our stories / do we want / to be healed do we want / mossy quiet stealing over our scars / do we want / the powerful unfrightening sister / who will make the pain go away / mother's voice in the hallway / you've done it right / the first time darling / you will never need / to do it again. // Thunder grumbles on the horizon / I buy time with another story / a pale blister of air / cadences of dead flesh / obscure the vowels.