grief body – #6
9/11 – the grief body is outsized, the wrong color, uncomfortable in its box. it spills out the sides, bready and new, and cracks the glass walls with muscles it’s told are only for men. it can’t be too soft or too much steel. it can’t really be anything at all. muted in the dark. holding hollow space for a life spark it doesn’t want to have and isn’t sure what to do without. it was never taught to be or hope for anything else and so it struggles under heavy weight and disapproval to build something it can claim as its own. its work.
the grief body is very tired and wants to go home to forget, but it has to keep working.