We’re Back! We’ve missed you.
You’re reading Good Grief’s Sunday Series. To make up for our brief hiatus, we’re coming at you this week with two posts, with a poem from each of us.
DARK DEAD DISMEMBERED , REMEMBERING SHAPES REMAINING DISCARDED REMAINS I AM REMEBERING TO ENJOY THE REMAINING SHAPES OF MYOWN BODY HAS SEEN:THESUN ITSABSENCE THE ABSENCEOFSUN WHERETHESUN SHOULD BE FELT, TOUCHED BE INTOUCH WITHFEELING LONGFOR WHAT ITMEANS TO: BELONG BE LONGING BE IN FOR THE LONG HAUL IHAVE NOTHING TO SHOW FOR ANY OF THIS, TO ANY OF YOU DO ANY OF YOU? CAN ANY OF YOU TELL THAT I'M RUNNING OUT OF TOWN, OFTOWNS OFFUN FACTS ANDTHINGSTOWRITEABOUT I AM STILL SAD STILL GOODGIRL BUT NOT SURE: IF STILL GOOD LIKE GOODGIIIRLS SHOULD BE AM SURE: OF THINGS NOT BEING GOOD I KEEP: MY MUSCLES / HIDDEN INCASE OFIMPACT
***The piece you just read was took it’s first shape sometime back in 2020, and is one I find I return to and mess with often. What you’ve just read is its latest 2024 shape. If you’re interested or think it might for whatever reason inspire your own writing/editing process, leave a comment and earlier versions can be posted!***
Thanks for reading. We’ll see you later this week with a Spotlight piece. Until then, have another poem or two. Or ten.