From my friend, Gina......
I carry the clean sheets into the guest room.
They sag a bit in my arms, like my spirits
now that Erin and Kylie are gone. I wrestle
the bottom sheet into position then smooth
the top sheet folding the edge over. I stuff
the pillows into their cases and fluff them
as I put them at the head. Then I spread
the blue and yellow quilt, my sister Nancy made,
over everything, pulling the edges down just so.
After that I get Windex and paper towels.
I spray the mirrored closet doors. Stop. Is that
what I think it is? Oh, yes, my Kylie girl left me
her lip prints. I wipe the whole surface until it
squeaks except for that sweet kiss for Grammy.