Tagged: loss

no data for this

no data for this
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

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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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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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
.
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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
.
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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

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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