no funeral for a fire. there was no funeral for you we had you cremated and that was that they kept you on ice for nine long days i went mad in my little white room thinking about you wondering how you looked frozen stiff i didn’t smear makeup in your hollow grooves no sapphire powder a frame for vacant eyes no hot pink rouge dusted along sunken cheeks no more of that i didn’t dress you in your thrift store gown or spray your hair stiff we didn’t decorate a box with you or prop you up with yellow roses there was no one there to fill the seats of your bon voyage you did more damage than one fire should in a single life there was only diana and i and you in your teflon box that held my rueful reflection among other tragic things both of us, at once contained there in my hands right before you converged with the wind and the sea did death welcome you, my dear did it make you feel at home did it cradle you in eternity vast fields ...