Tagged: stages

in stages, we learn

autumn announces

it’s no small thing

it’s no small thing –
observing that the
heart must
break. the pieces
have already
been carefully
measured,
weighed,
sometimes
parceled out over
time
– i lie
in the dark,
turning, twisting,
and rotating this
recent piece
in both hands –
it’s no small thing
.
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on the same tree, life

after being

after being
let down, the
heart’s molecules
learn to rebuild
by weaving
a momentary
sense of
relief, a slip-
and-slide

incline towards
stages one and
four. for what
feels like an
eternity, no other
signal will be
sent up
until we can
recognize
ourselves again
.
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we pick up where we

we pick up where we
left off, alongside hidden
trails, straight roads, and
winding highways.
and like that common
summer wildflower,
at any given
moment, we are
simultaneous –
at myriad stages
of blossoming –
budding, opened
flat, parachuting,
or closed, with a
fist-like vitality

.
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let us bind these last

let us bind these last
forty-nine days into a
volume entitled denial
there is something so
reassuringly systematic
about counting the days
after your departure –
like pulling down an
old photo album from
the most abandoned
shelf, dusting
off the cover, and
flipping through the
pages, one by one,
eyes still
too wounded to see
.
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the clinicians like to line up

the clinicians like to line up
grief into stages, spotlighting
each searing script in the
wringing hands of our
alternate characters. but
even magnolias know
that there is no neat
progression – it is a minor
chaos to feel so
isolated and reflective, to
shuffle denial like a deck
of collectible cards,
to bargain with
acceptance, to gather all
the stages of
flowering
onto one single
branch and struggle
to be touched
,
altogether
and again,
by the morning light
.
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