INHERITANCE
after Joanna Klink
By Maria Teresa Garcia
The business of death, in
the end, loosely laid out in the
yellowed-paper-instructions read by head
of family. Sister asks, but what of
gold and lapis beads strung a
century ago. They go to grandchild.
Who will wear the platinum watch, the
one she wore daily. Cold like ice
against her wrist the memory holds.
