HSSMLHMNFHBB:

After the Funeral

How is it that I get from class to class
without collapsing in anguish and how
is it that sometimes there is no anguish
at all, just that faint humming, or mild
annoyance at the disruption of my days,
courtesy of yours coming to an end?

The grief, I have learned, is not like
a flipped coin with two faces: one of
pain and the other of peace, but rather
like the flowers you used to steep as tea:
in one cup the searing water, and then
the blooming.

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2 thoughts on “HSSMLHMNFHBB:

  1. fullofsparks says:

    This is so beautiful.

  2. Carina says:

    I love thiiiiis. Sorry you are so sad, I hope to see you soon.

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