Funeral Homes and the Smell of Plastic
written by: Bus Stop Girl
Pink lipstick
Hastily applied
To a
Trembling lip
Your body is the
Most perfect
— Thing
That I have ever seen
Funeral homes
And the
Smell of plastic
Lingering
On black rubbish bags;
Treasured trash
And memory hoarding
Tattooed hands and
— Bruised feet
Are all you’ve ever been
A patient mother and a
Ceremonial tie
Overdue bill delivered
To a room with no heat
Everything you touched
Has an aftertaste
That I can’t seem
To wash out
The essence of your being
Is cemented in my mouth
Minted toothpaste
Bought in
Bulk
Watching me from
The shelf
A wrist support and
Skinny jeans
Heaven waits
For no
— Body
An angry father and a
Deteriorating high
Beautiful woman
To a man that will cheat
Every person you have been
Introduces themselves
To me
Sometimes I am suffocating
On a
Train track
Image of a
Life projected
On a
Distant tree
Sometimes I am walking
Down a shaded
Path
Ahead,
A thousand
Miles
Wait for me.
- Funeral Homes and the Smell of Plastic - July 5, 2026
- Everything Is Delicately Interconnected - April 19, 2026
