Tagged: past

of the innumerable

of the innumerable
ways to mourn, i
am negotiating grief
in REM sleep this
morning, consoling
a young colleague
in the art of letting
it out, letting
go, an unsteady
navigation of
space, time, and
reality – on your
birthday, in the nearly
third anniversary of
your passing, we
practice the improbable
parallels of joy and
grief, keeping it
together without
so much
disassembling
.
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countless yesterdays,

scenes from letting go –

scenes from letting go –

at the edge of the

somewhere in the stacks,

somewhere in the stacks,
a historian dusts off the
dictionary of

kissing, makes a new entry
between breathless and brotherly
.
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the memory of

it takes effort to

you never know who

where we’ve been and where