flat on your back
is as good a place
as any to decide
you can’t go lower…
Pain
Hello sun,
hello shade,
hello hand reaching out….
when I am numb
I crave sensation
your fingers tangling
in my hair, wind…
what my family
taught me about grief
is to cry as much as you need to
and laugh when you can…
the only way it stops
hurting
is for you to come back
to us,
and I know that won’t
happen…
If you can’t see
the pain in my eyes,
are you not looking
I used to want less pain,
less
I-can’t-breathe-it-hurts-so-bad
if it hadn’t ripped open my guts
in the whirlwind…
stick me in a room
with no windows
and the air
is what they call close
and I’m claustrophobic
so close is not the word
I want right now…
