i slice grief

down to the bone

pull the meat off

with my bare hands

until I can’t wash it


Will you let me?

hold your head in my hands

fingers still dripping

Will you kiss the funeral

off my body

each weeping chair

catching rain

on the grass?

I slice grief

down to the bone

then grind the bone

into powder

for supper

Are you hungry for

the marrow of me?

can you touch me and

come away

still clean?



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