interred a clever disguise I love this word. 111109 ... unhinged 990328 olga i wasn't there the day they buried you it still haunts me but it's been years since i've been there to that cemetery i've thought maybe i would take my violin and play the baroque funeral marches i know now but i'm afraid to back i let the deer eat the tulips mom planted i let grandpa stop by with flowers ever_since the day i saw him cry there my heart clenches at the thought it's a small square stone in cold gothic lettering saying you're buried there not what i want to remember on_second_thought i've always been relieved i wasn't there that day to watch them cry to watch you disappear swallowed up feeding the worms that feed the flowers that feed the deer interred weird 111112 what's it to you? who go blather from