Echoes

Sometimes

Grief is the best pillow

Sometimes

All the comfort in the cosmos

Feels like cactus

Compared to what is true

You can pretend it away if

You want

I’ve tried

Crusty films of

Denial

Caking over

My clarity

It doesn’t work

So here I lie

Curled up against these

Bitter truths

Drinking their being

Like nectar

Their immovable nakedness

Allows me to be soft

And fluid

My heart’s yeses

And no’s

Direct my feet

On this narrow way

Much like the divide

They once tread

Nothing has changed

The wind still echos cold

Around this heart

I still don’t know

When we get to turn

Toward

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