Sunday, August 16, 2015

it's the heat that does it to me, makes the dry side of the bed 
feel hotter than the 98.6 it's grown 
accustomed to.

they do not tell you that grieving happens with every part
of your body. it is a physical thing, some days
my hips miss her or my
left elbow pangs or my whole inside
feels like a mausoleum. 
they do not tell you what to do with all the things you have collected, 
do not teach you
how to know less of someone.
do not teach you that you will miss her 
in the way that you miss your inhaler, not to say
that you cannot breathe but that 
it is just harder 
without.

see, the thing about me is 
i've usually got
a bruise or two

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