everyone around you is greiving

Month: November, 2019

like an octopus

all of us once linked arms

like a human tide

I was in the middle

biting at the air like a

pirate destitute

I raised my arms in grief

and was instantly

swallowed

i am knee deep

in the art of forgetting you

equals remembering you

is the same pain

the same great big swath

of paint we were

the same totem pole

of shared grief

like digging a grave

for a baby palm tree

my sing a long song for now

is the ghost song in you that

feels blindly around itself

for the contours of shade

and light and comfort

it is a slower trace

than the one I’m used to

a clear sunset

and your violent swath

like an airplane

only in real time

only to a painting

which means

to me

that your sunset

was like an airplane

in the distance

a doomed airplane

maybe it caught fire

maybe it didn’t

how we were then

caught forever

in the crash and burn

how then

crash and burn was

at max

an ethos

 

and then you died –

there is a postcard fire

that I start in my mind

with my Dad sometimes

we take our time

adding to the fire

as we shed

over the

years

 

we are winter cats

subtle to the gristle

find me –

the cellar is creaking, I am

adrift

spread out between fingers like

the dew on the calm

moon, moves

the water

between us –

the black was everywhere

I couldn’t make space for it

I couldn’t swallow yr loss