thoughts on grief

good grief

they have shoulders
vast as seas
strong like currents
that take in the utterances
stuttering, empty wails
they have soft cotton to rest their heads
to bury their fears in to
firm hands that too are gentle
lovingly caressing away tears
holding up shoulders when they buckle

i keep my coat on
seams tight, rigid with stiffness like coat hangers
i sit up straight
a balled up hanky in my pocket soft
worn faithful
holding tight my utterances between threads
my hurt into palms
empty wails on def ears
sucks grieving alone