"There is a world in which I die. / You don't. My best friend, you live forever." That's the opening of Yena Sharma Purmasir's poem "Red Cardinal" in her collection VIRAHA. The poem continues:

"Honey, I don't have a grave.

When you want to visit me, you'll have to collect a bouquet

of superstitions: an out-of-focus dream, the pink supermoon,

a red cardinal on your windowsill. This terrible world loves you

like I have loved you, which means you know it

and you think it happens to everyone.

(It does not happen to everyone.)"