Free Verse

We Used to Sit With Feelings

Like a guest of honor

There used to be words words that meant a feeling: a feeling that you sat with that was felt then passed and eventually endured

Like the sad puppy who lost a mate or the wounded bird healing a wing

But now we don’t sit with feelings: we burry them, meme them shame them, name them filter them, stream them

Instead of honoring grief like a guest of honor we don’t even give her a chair: we swipe it before she sits and dress her up in lipstick-smeared chunks forcing itself outwards

There used to be words like verklmept to mean — out of sorts it was okay to be “out” to need that time to sort it all out

These days we think we’re all a walking Rubrik’s cube forming into something new when all we need sometimes is to be mismatched even if it is sitting with our guest of honor because she has healing powers.

Lindsay Soberano-Wilson is the editor of Put It To Rest. Her chapbook Casa de mi Corazón: A Travel Journal of Poetry & Memoir (Poetica) is coming soon. Find her on Medium, Instagram, or Twitter. Lindsay Soberano-Wilson ©2021.

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