good ol’ grief
comes ‘round
all day, every day.

my body has changed.
I hunch and fall
slightly bruised,-
all over.

grief is a blanket.
I curl in it’s
darkness.

I get lost
and relax.

there is rest there
in that place there

that place
after
grief comes
and gives me a whoppin’ good

good ol’ grief.

-november 18, 2003

Copyright 2003 David McNeeley