To Grieve
My heart is a beehive
that’s just been kicked.
They’re swarming
mostly
in my chest.
Stabbing and leaking and dripping
Until my stomach is a gallon
of poison.
I can feel them buzzing into my limbs
Their anger electric
and deafening
but only I can hear it.
They…
Why
Do I let life beat me over the head
With its feather pillows
And foam noodles
When some have been beaten with whips
And steel chains
They live with scars that tell of it for them.
No need to say a word.
I’m a fragile woman
My life has been so easy
That I must find silly things to cry over
To try to explain
Why
Why I feel so bad
but maybe I don’t cry for just me
maybe I cry for the world.
Today I found a place with grasshoppers
The real wilderness
Where leaves and deadwood
Cover the ground
The wind was angry overhead
But it didn’t touch me on the ground
I don’t want to meet snakes
But snakes deserve their place too.
Instead I find an alcove
Of old manzanita
A crown lifting to the sky
And I sleep among them.