Poem: Evidence I


	We'll need yours too

The first thing asked of 
his widow
is to surrender the only
fragile explanation he left her

which she does
without looking up

Politely the officer refolds the single sheet
careful to not add creases
that weren't already there
and slips it into a large brown envelope
where three other letters are hidden

Mine among them

    They will be returned

    Standard procedure

    You know you may read yours
    before we take it

Father may I No No you may not You may never

Seems apparent, but still
we must rule out homicide
We'll need copies for the file


I imagine a clerk with unruly hair
reading them
one at a time
mindlessly fussing with a hangnail
while the photocopier
replicates the tragedy
deciding for herself
who he loved the most