When told to shut it
She played songs for the broken
It was fair warning
Category Archives: mourning
Mourning 36
A Memorial
She tried to tell us
But we always knew what she meant
Last week we didn’t
To Mei Ling Ly
Mourning 35
Though we meant to care
Chores were the undetectable
Christmas lights of May
Mourning 33
When they’ve gone and we
Recall that missing twinkle
We’ll know we knew
Acquit ourselves of neglect
And whine about the awful waste
Mourning 32
Unquestioned, unseen
We thrive when there’s a crisis
Glad to be of use
Mourning 31
When drowned with advice
Wait till they go for a gasp
Cling to furniture
Mourning 29
At our friend’s party
Nod acquaintances at best
I wished us unkissed
Mourning 28
Portraits of our dead
From their ever dusted frames
Watch the crust of age
Mourning 27
A friend died too soon
Most of my memories are
Talks we meant to have
To Lison Rousseaux
Mourning 26
Knowing you will go
I keep my black clothes handy
They are much readier
Mourning 25
Goodbyes should ripen
Reruns of our last meetings
Are like frozen buds
Mourning 24
She took to method acting her days
How else would the children be fed and the deadlines met?
Mourning 23. The Restraining Order
'At least I know now the actual him
But I wish I just knew how to unmean the love I feel'
mourning 22
a strand and a strand
and a strand
from rug towel sheets carpet
sweaters pillow case socks
shirts sofa
kitchen counter
blankets
jackets wallet
handrail sill
lampshade
a strand and a strand
and a strand
all over the library
bookmarks they were bookmarks
they were bookmarks
from proust camus kafka
allende homer russell
wilde woolf hardy
nin twain
dante mishima
kincaid cervantes
and all the strands i gathered
i braided
shoelaces
phone cords
curtain cords
an anklet
a torc a bracelet
lute strings bow strings
a curl and a curl
and a curl
and a noose
i braided a noose
all the strands i gathered
i burnt
swept the ashes
aired away the smell
went to bed
and then
as i undressed
a strand and a strand
and a strand
a trove of trouser pockets
Mourning 21
The exchange of mild personal queries
A ceremonial pit of custody logistics
mourning 20
i will get my rest
if I hold the blossoms shut
and the sun afar
Mourning 19
Like a sunless sea
Ramming piers time and again
Roaring myself to sleep
Mourning 18
A father bereaved
Says life's a bitch, and that's it
He's the breadwinner
Mourning 17
Shall I walk downstairs
Shall I feed and bathe myself
Tied up to a chair?
Mourning 16
Who's ready at all
Ready to not find you home
Ready for silence to play our songs
Ready to live by a frozen clock
Ready to mouth the first goodbye
The only one that is sure to last?
Mourning 15
Say your i-love-yous
No deed's longer than silence
No sentence heavier
Mourning 14
A blink between films
No dust under the coasters
I trace a highway
Mourning 13
Like two china dolls
Here's a widowed argument
There an orphaned chore
Mourning 12
Each room contested
Sieged by a pounding silence
I'll winter in bed
Mourning 11
When the party roars
And you cannot fake laughing
Raise your glass or mug
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