A mourner mustn’t wear sandals when carrying
the coffin of a loved one, lest the strap snaps
and impedes the performance. I reimagine
the funeral in late November, hesitating
at the shoe rack in the front hall, reaching
for flip flops instead of boots. I am a teenager
but six feet tall, unhoused in my own body.
Carrying the coffin on my shoulder, I crunch
leaves under my flip flops and count the steps.
In grief, a fall is expected—by phone call,
by clutching a distant relative, or by the quiet,
jutting root of a nearby tree as we, the procession,
walk on toward the cliff.
 
 
A mourner is forbidden to cut their hair
in the first thirty days. Sitting in the back, I ask:
 
But what if you are in the midst of getting a haircut
when you receive the news your father has died?
 
What then?
 
Hold on longer to your life of seconds before.
Soon you start seeing pairs everywhere.
 
Two robins landing on your electrical line,
facing each other, then teetering closer and closer
 
to the edge. The law states: complete the haircut.
 
It all becomes a symbol eventually. You looking
back at you in the mirror that day.
 
One side of your head shaven and the other
still here.
 
 
You, mourner, are obligated to overturn your bed
 
for all seven days. Even if you have
 
ten beds in ten homes, you must overturn
 
them all. The day after
 
our greatest loss, Mom talked of moving my bed.
 
So we did. Illiterate in ancient ritual,
 
still we pivoted
 
and pivoted the mattress until my younger self
 
could orient a new life. I’d lay and watch tree shadows
 
grow on the walls, imagining
 
a night before and before.
 
In another home, in another bed, I can hear
 
the leaves land in another November,
 
quiet, but open to rest.
Emmy Roday is a poet and creative writing instructor from New Haven, Connecticut. She received her BA in Arabic, English, and creative writing from Kenyon College and worked as an editorial assistant for The Kenyon Review. She currently runs adult poetry workshops for Write Haus and serves as their poetry editor. You can find her poems in DUST Poetry Magazine and Symposeum Magazine, among others.