IT ISN’T UNTIL I’M LECTURING MY STUDENTS ON FIRE SAFETY AND THEY’RE ALL LOOKING AT ME LIKE I’VE GROWN TWO HEADS THAT I REALIZE MAYBE I’M NOT TAKING YOUR DEATH AS WELL AS I THOUGHT
And maybe my little PSA has well and truly gone off
the rails, maybe I look like that man in the memes with the red thread
crisscrossing the bulletin board behind him and pointing to his head
like it makes his behavior any less insane. And isn’t that just the way grief works,
the metaphor of it, a horse galloping through a desert, simple arc
of a rotting apple falling from a tree, or rather the rending of garments until
they are just fabric shreds on the sidewalk anyone could step over
on their way to work or to school, to a lover’s apartment
or maybe to get high with friends and forget what loss is.… Read the rest