We must talk,
we must talk about it;
we must, must, must
talk about it—write about it,
sing about is, cry about it,
hold it up and sigh about it;
we can’t be so fucked up
that we just ignore it,
live in silence and
the pain of…of nothing.
My…my sweet child I…
I saw it not coming;
in my grief it will not
be going.
We must talk,,,
we must talk about it;
talk with uncertain voices,
talk with vomit in our mouths,
talk with shivering,
talk with tears
formed so fully in
the dreaded space of nothing.
We must talk,
we must, must…
we must talk,
talk about it.
12/7/2019