I continue to grieve. I don’t know why I thought a one-day surrender to it would make it all okay. Don’t get me wrong – I am not in AGONY. It’s more like walking along and being surprised by a loose BOARD, by too much spice in the TACOS. Oh dear, that probably makes me sound a bit WACKO, or perhaps MACHO. Like I am denying feelings. No, that’s really not the case either – this is a grief over a loss that is small but complex. And no less tender, vulnerable, or real despite its smallness.

Georg’ann

TEARY time, open and flowing
like sweat glands at the SAUNA.
Purifying not quite the same.
Not seeking release,
VALID as it is. Truthfully
wishing for less to cry about.
Thankful I don’t have to hide
from the onslaught,
no burden of having been
conditioned as a MACHO man.

Heather