Funerals of friends are becoming commonplace.
One gets to know all the silent parlors
previous unnoticed while commuting to work
or en route to the store for bread and meat
to stay alive another week, and feeling lucky.
–Excerpt from “Crossing Off the Names” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Concho River Review, Out of Our.