GRIEF (poem 3)

GRIEF 

Today he is with me today he is a bird

ever impending infection 

of homemade ear holes

today he is the worst person,

my most unlikely friend,

the closest I ever got to 

dissolving, to getting gone

today he is asking me to

pose in winter gardens with 

dry hair, tired eyes

today he is a creature in a cave

and I am the cave

today I am not a daughter or a good friend

or a sister or a crush 

or hard to read or 

good to talk to

I am mucus, a healthy scab 

curling at the edges

red and pink and white and yellow

I am a baby with a seed 

glowing green 

between back and belly button

arched up 

in sacrifice.