Poetic Words: Natalie Diaz

No More Cake Here

When my brother died
I worried there wasn’t enough time
to deliver the one hundred invitations
I’d scribbled while on the phone with the mortuary:
Because of the short notice no need to RSVP.
Unfortunately the firemen couldn’t come.
(I had hoped they’d give free rides on the truck.)
They did agree to drive by the house once
with the lights on— It was a party after all.

…. continue at Poetry Foundation.

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Discovered this remarkable poem via the Poetry Foundation website. It is from her first collection, When My Brother Was an Aztec.

Love how she takes a serious, zany tone, and speeds you through a scene that is familiar, personal, yet heads someplace totally unexpected.