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In the stillness that follows grief

it occurs to me that my grandmother may have had a richer inner life than any of us, that she wasn’t losing much at all putting…“a curtain over that bright cage” that is the world and its invitation.

The very last gigantic

Something may flower once & die, but that’s

Not the way I understand the world. My own belly

Flowers, glowers under an arboretum of quickening

Sea trees when I feed it miscellanea, mitochondria.

the bearing

…a planet, the bearing of it, how much longer will we keep bearing it, every moment paired together, I hear a garbled muffling of human utterance, I hear a calm fading of human utterance, her body’s utterance, my body’s utterance, the voice of cold rain, something utterly heavy, utterly difficult, utterly trembling