grief being a swatch of blue
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
morning glory secret cove sleepy hollow
o snowdrop balmy respite open seas
loyal stream that little dump truck
undumped vast sky rarified air
the cosmos in the can so different
than the cosmos on the wall so
different than the cosmos where
you began glimmer in my eye
stardew turned atmospheric splinter
grief being that song from childhood
o spider o rollerskates
o jesus o jesus o jesus
how my knees used to bruise
the pears the sky
I am so blue and purply
even your thumb hurts me
grief being a pitched tent
when autumn coming came
the ball jars on the wooden table
held nasturtiums and wine
a stone in the throat how
shameful to be alive and wade
into a cold lake under the sky
