he is… you know by Bogdan Dragos

just a thin, colorless
light
filtered through
the clouds

the sun
just didn’t bother
anymore

late autumn

It seemed
nobody bothered
too much

there were almost
fifty people there

all gathered for the
funeral

He lit a cigarette, not giving
a damn what others
might say or think, and
dragged a long, lazy puff
and said, “Still better than a
wedding,” to no one
in particular

A few did hear him
but most didn’t

Weird thing to say
at the funeral of one’s own
child, but coming from
him, it wasn’t
that unheard of

“Just let him
be,” said a few voices. “After all,
he is… you know.”

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re
goddamn right.
I’m a writer.”

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "he is… you know"!

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Thank you!