Tagged: loss
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period is a salve, a
sign, a red flag, an
opening, an invitation,
an absence, a veiled presence
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every spring, dreaming
every spring, dreaming
of grandpa underneath the
cherry blossom tree
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in the end, we will
in the end, we will
have spent more time staring up
through the raised arms of
our fig tree than down at those whose
humanity is being erased
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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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20220205:2315
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missing the look of
missing the look of
the moon from this particular
street is perhaps too
specific – the tilt of these
branches, the curve of the sky
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20220109:1834
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pain stretches across
pain stretches across
all distances – we pretend
we can shake it off
while rounding this marker or
that marker – it ain’t that easy
.
20220106:2029
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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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on an overgrown
on an overgrown
lot, signs of a pandemic –
perhaps more or less
indistinguishable from
abandon, loss, hopelessness
.
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year after year – here
year after year – here
we are, disappearing – after
year after year, here
.
20210926:1441
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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
.
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