Linda Knocks - Aug. 3, 2026

triple knock at the door

my therapist, Bernard,

and I had just finished

I walk over, turn the handle

FedEx

I sign, take the box

bring it to the coffee table

Oh, that’s her ashes, he says

I loved his Linda who passed

a couple weeks earlier

she, too sweet and full of joy,

to be stuffed inside

a square of cardboard

we sit

say nothing

Linda quiet too

our silent reunion