We must talk

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.