woke to the sound of
my mom’s voicemail…then
her broken voice
and…nothing. in. between…then
my feet on broken glass
glossy white paint flawless
save the place where…he…
a list of my book recommendations
sitting on the passenger side
my second favorite place to be inside his…still
those are some of my favorite books.
today is not significant
the date nor the weather nor my afternoon plans
grief invites itself
to morning coffee. grocery shopping. trashy tv.
grief is the most unwelcome guest
monday through monday
on a road trip
a tropical vacation
when i wake.
those fucking subaru commercials with car accidents