i wish by Eileen Murphy

i wish

grandma i wish
we could sit down
at your formica table

in your kitchen in Tampa
& eat grapes
& drink Cokes from the bottle

to keep cool
you always slipped me
a few bucks b/c you knew

money escaped me
but you didn’t mind
the way i was

i wish i could take you shopping
i’d buy you
a pair of red shoes

you always liked shoes
i wish i could wrap
you inside a piece of bread

& carry you in my purse
& when I needed you
i’d pull off a piece

& let you dissolve on my tongue

by Eileen Murphy

Editor’s Note: This poem’s informality sharpens the truth of the narrator’s grief.