Tagged: grief

maybe leveling

maybe leveling
up requires a sacrifice,
a death for which we
need not grieve –
we are practicing
taking off our
armor in front of
each other, one
heavy piece at a time –
the sudden lightness
unbalances us
.
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in the hushed pockets

in the hushed pockets
behind the front teeth, the taste of
salt when the tears still

come after twelve years, looking
up at the five-day-old moon
.
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maybe grief is

maybe grief is
simply waiting
for wanting
to pass.
the way
out is always
tricky, devised
as revolving
doors – we
can’t hold the
door for each
other lest we
get stuck
.
20211220:0020
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it is looking more and

it is looking more and
more likely that
we have been weighing
the wrong things, counting
and measuring
that which is
not easily
quantifiable, things we
can’t wrap our heads
around. we have
disassociated, splintered,
fractured ourselves for
too long to contain
so much, we can’t
be reliable data
within these set
values, even words
are no longer
enough, nor
meaningful
.
20211106:0449
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across the distance

across the distance
of countless shores, feelings get
clogged up, polluted

by proximate priorities –
we wait to be pulled closer
.
20210821:1422
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we will gather at

we will gather at
least seven times to pay our
respects, say goodbye –

for both the dead and the living,
loss takes longer to sink in
.
20210819:1747
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all at once, you are

all at once, you are
everywhere – in the butterfly
visiting the west

side, the dragonfly passing
through the garden this morning
.
20210814:1909
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i am grandmother-

i am grandmother-
less, a feeling that carries
privilege at the point

of distinction, a state of
being struggling to be spoiled
.
20210811:0510
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you are

you are
gone, and we
are oceans
away, separated
by a global
pandemic, mandated
group quarantine, time,
electromagnetic
frequencies, and
chemical structure –
the x, y, and z of
everyday coordinates
dissolve into more,
even more
dimensions as
memories discharge
.
20210810:2125
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in the eye of the

in the eye of the
single-petaled rose, an entire
generation weeps
.
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