‘these cogitations still amaze’
Fresh grief bleeds. We wait for the scab
with dullness and anger.
Our losses don’t bear solemn thought
until they’re all we can think about.
This is a pre-grief warm-up.
‘these cogitations still amaze’
Fresh grief bleeds. We wait for the scab
with dullness and anger.
Our losses don’t bear solemn thought
until they’re all we can think about.
This is a pre-grief warm-up.
I feel quite sere.
Eating very slowly, soft foods in moderation, chewing a lot. Much improved from two days ago.
I laundered towels yesterday, I even put them away. (THe prevIoUS three loads, not so much.)