Grief

written 2/28/2021 at 10:00 AM 

Grief 

A teardrop 

A relief 

On your cheek 

Style face on a frieze 

Love should adorn me 

Instead- grief 

Should I accept the lines the spots 

Crooked teeth

It's a death cab I'm a cutie

Complex like baroque ornament 

Head feels full of cement 

Tracks that have been left 

I can see them and feel all of them 

So and such was here 

Then there are the tiny paper cuts on the skin 

Dip me in ink if you want to see 

...

J.S.