grief
Tag3 poems
laughter in the world
shushes
My Brother, His Mummy, and Me
My brother starts high school in the fall.
Richie’s Vacation
Richie was sitting in his mail truck, eating a spicy chicken sandwich, when he got a text from his mom that said his old best friend from middle school was dead.
Dead man’s hands
“Scratch me”, they whisper as you stand on the bus and the urge grows stronger but the crowd grows bigger and the logistics more impossible, leaving you with this unbearable yearning.
Take My Hand, David Berman
The church organs bellow out of the speakers in the living room, playing music from my phone.
I empty out a little more coke on to the counter in the kitchen.
It Don’t Do to Presume
The woman hated to walk past her sister’s house.
Remind Me
My name is ghost,
pronounced lost—
You were so small we joked you were a kitten until you died of kidney failure
I found the Tramadol. He’s gently
twitching. Cries a little.
The Story of a Dog’s Body
This story is told from the point of view of a family dog who wakes up one morning in the grips of a debilitating depression.
Grief dick
several pictures she sent me before she died were of her sucking Drew’s dick while making a funny, insane face.