griefstew + fawns
i sit here stewing + grieving sounds like a
morbid cooking show cannedgrief with a
side of stewed prunes unblock those last
remnants of what is stuck
heartbloat gutwrench
guts not churning as much but my dead peeps
are all around me whispering moving things
flashing lights scaring the shit out of me
why not come in the front door? sit down take tea
sleep over just don’t be dead anymore you can
do it!
this morning i reamed out the new cemetery guy
Jewish Mellors sans the limp your graves bedraggled
dry scorched earth on the freshest mothergrave
i see beautiful lush greenery at other cemeteries i even
see butterflies fawns leprechauns i want a fucking refund
or i will be moving my peeps posthaste
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Summer 2023 ..i see trees of green..red roses too..
songanddancegirl 