Feb 7
THAT KIND OF NOTHING
it was that nothing kind of day
her ghost walked away thinking
"So this is what it's like to be dead?"
she sits inside her self
her body nothing but
borrowed badly fitting clothes
she makes her mouth
do talking
the ventriloquist of her self
her face in the mirror
just a painting
from some long long ago
she does dishes
like a robot learning
how to be human
can't tell you
what it is
only what it isn't
a sad shy smile
holding the whole lot of her
together...some...how. . .
*
My friend lost her husband..these are just some of the ways she tried to break through her grief with words but mostly all was a numb silence where even tears were banished. I remember her laughing hysterically and saying he would be so ******* that he was dead and would refuse point blank to believe in his own death and that he was beside her and the only place to could meet was in their shared silence.
it was that nothing kind of day
her ghost walked away thinking
"So this is what it's like to be dead?"
she sits inside her self
her body nothing but
borrowed badly fitting clothes
she makes her mouth
do talking
the ventriloquist of her self
her face in the mirror
just a painting
from some long long ago
she does dishes
like a robot learning
how to be human
can't tell you
what it is
only what it isn't
a sad shy smile
holding the whole lot of her
together...some...how. . .
*
My friend lost her husband..these are just some of the ways she tried to break through her grief with words but mostly all was a numb silence where even tears were banished. I remember her laughing hysterically and saying he would be so ******* that he was dead and would refuse point blank to believe in his own death and that he was beside her and the only place to could meet was in their shared silence.
