East

I was looking at her clock.
She said,
“I think we are in Mercury Retrograde.”
I said, “That explains the failed devices
that are littering my life.”
She looked at me, said,
“Don’t forget that fading graves go east.”

Note: this poem is based on a 'mishear' in that I thought a friend had said 'fading graves go east' in a conversation. I don't even remember what she actually said...and does it really matter?