My Mother Sent Me

a text message
from her coffin.
It said Glad
you’re not here.

She's always doing
stuff like that. She says
it’s to help me
savor my remaining
days. But I know
it’s because I’m
the only one left
who hasn’t changed
his number.

Credit

Copyright © 2014 by Michael Meyerhofer. Used with permission of the author.

About this Poem

“‘My Mother Sent Me’ came to me as I was moving cross-country, mesmerized by the rust and gold deserts framing the highway, and thinking of all the people I’d like to share the moment with. From there, I guess it turned into a short, darkly comedic rumination on the lingering nature of grief, as well as an affirmation of the kind of mindfulness that (I hope) grief can sometimes propagate.”
Michael Meyerhofer