grieving is for the living

grief is constant/ revision

she is

coming soon

more oracles

more bumper stickers about dying

a tryptic of living, dying & the ferry

when he cannot sleep I

travelers, where will we sleep

when I dream of my brother I wake up/

he is like a son to me

hold his ghost against me, a child. all knees & blonde hair

I knew you first.

what to do with no headstone. the monument, everywhere *

* *

I saw the movie everyone liked

* so what is wrong with me?

In dreams we saw one another/ legs fell open like pages, eager *

. *

we climbed into one another/

and we waited by the window *. *

we grew up **

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*

* through the years/ we all will be together if the fates allow

Rain fell off god’s tongue / the hundred year flood stuck to the windowsill. * *

Air
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AIR
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AIR AIR

AIR AIR

The horoscope says I’m feeling rebellious

If it is and I dreamed and I snagged a hole in my baby doll

who collapsed into first a slow trickle of blood, then some genetic liquid while I panicked and played doctor to my grandmother’s disappointment?

* imagine a list of bliss a bliss list

* *

no rules about the list * but nothing that comes with

a receipt is on it except of course

berries, cherries, everything

In August I turned my back on sleep

* every photo was a photo of my son, every

starved infant I saw and I saw and still the rain came /

I felt us falling farther / an individual reality in each eye

hair loss, ocular migraine, hives, dry skin

but I alone must decide if that’s true

what does that say about me what does that say about me

I’ll go back to the horoscope

death