Nil

Your  wife sent over some of your ashes today  
a tiny urn
Fits in the palm of my hand  
Don’t know what to do with it  
place it on top of my dresser  
make a shrine to it  
to you  
Think I’ll bury them  
Have a place to morn you  
I’ll even use the father of the year plaque your granddaughter made for her father as your headstone  
Never got around to making mine  
had a lot on my plate as a third grader  
Maybe I’ll set you free  
out into the air  
over the ocean  
Or the fishing hole you never took me to  
Probably just poor you into a vodka bottle  
toss you out  
Just like you did to me