On the Death of another Dear One
Jul 8, 2022
My fat-throat spits tears
everywhere, tears
I squat to pee, of course, nothing but tears
my hair sweeps the briny puddles
my fingers splay to steady the soak of it
It‘s exhausting to keep outliving
the thought speaks to my limbs
just lie down, it burbles
I think of soap and the chore of lathering
my wet…