Untitled Poem (summon me)
Something strange about this grief Is that I can’t tell What about me Is still recovering Or just different Can’t tell if I’m stuck Or still healing What I can tell you is that last night I put a blanket on the floor And I laid down And I pulled my winter cap Over my eyes Rolled onto my side And cried I pictured myself as roadkill Because I still fantasize About her coming back And she isn’t coming back But I’m floating over my body Trying to picture the license plate That killed me Anything’s a good distraction Are you kidding me Flattened roadkill Dead and bloody Who would want to look If I look too closely I can see my hopes and my dreams Trickling into the sewer Gently, slowly Red sparkling river Without its container Escaping forever People carry their passed loved ones Forever What if I’m stuck holding this? Talk about the short end of the stick Missing a grown woman who acted like a kid Grieving the good girl who treated me like shit Sold me some bogus future ...