The Ending
A Poem
No, it wasn’t that the grief finally let up its hold anything but tenuous constricting & writhing always moving through this thickening haze of defeat & deadened desire Pulled to the bottom before being released everything that gets stuck in the throat has potential to ruin the next breath But there are umbrellas stashed somewhere around here Casing the head for something valuable you stop at the same time relinquishing the moment: for once
J.D. Harms 2020