18 December 2021
Because I can’t cry
I might be immune from grief
Skinned knees and other
Suffering, unless
Expression fails to be cause
For my suffering
Fools gladly, includes
The man in elf hat on zoom
The youngest woman
Says she also lost
Husband, careened back
Such diagnoses
Campbell’s alphabet
Soup letters at the ready
To shift positions
Each letter a hurt
Egret hobbling in graveyard
Foot mangled by mower
White punctuation
Against Ko`olau green be-
fore corporate grave
Sites gentrified with
Fountains, there I saw marker
For a couple, still
Alive, epitaph
Sweet, dates incomplete, who now
Aren’t there; divorce is
Death before dying
Mortality prep, lettered
In unresolved con-
flict inflicted on
Denizens of hope (skeptics
Need apply) resume
Works until it’s re-
sume, rhyming with Calais
Callous professors
Unfamiliar with
New austerity measures
You provide the print
The paper, belief
In individual coping
Skills—what we market
In—neo-liberal
Arts my major, graft my skill
Craft a tiny boat
Of clay and wattles
The allusive mud I learned
To spread on thick, no
Currency now that
Once future ice melt ensues
No trawler to cut
Its incipient
Absence, holes we do not grieve
Swallow us whole.
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