Your coffin

Today I chose your coffin

in a stuffy room

with beige curtains

and walls

the colour of peach sorbet

a bunch of paper flowers

on the polished table

and a box of tissues

already open

to avoid awkward fumbling

As he went through the options

I thought of your body

lying somewhere out back

by the car park

in a freezer

and worried you might be cold

then I remembered

the night you died

we dressed you

in your cashmere cardigan

and the socks I bought you

from Scotland

so that made me feel better

on the day

I chose your coffin