poetry

grief

I’m trying to name
this feeling

that’s been lodged between my lungs
pressing, constricting my breath
with each beat of my heart.

This feeling
hard, heavy, tangible object
crystalline weight

I could slip my fingers
between folds of skin
and rip it out
hold in my palm
look at it and examine it

analyze its composition under a microscope
recognize it and name it

grief.

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