ONE - If I were

If I were cement and shadows
I could not know enough
to be ready for such news —

the letter in her loopy script
her cheer and sweet affection
sliced through by death —

where-were-you-when, we ask,
the moment’s film a looping strip,
that heartbeat of grief’s lesson —

language immersion — without
banter or books — left to imagine,
to wonder at inarticulate despair —

antelope calf left to negotiate
with lions, memory flayed,
cicatrix of sorrow.

© j.i. kleinberg

4 thoughts on “ONE

  1. It was actually okay. I wasn’t as thrashed as I expected to be. Slept three hours in the morning and had a fairly normal day yesterday, then a good sleep last night. All in all, okay.

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