Status Updates From Love Alone: Eighteen Elegie...

“THERE WAS NO MEDICINE only me…”

“Rog it hasn’t stopped at all at you okay / does it hurt what can I do still still I / think if I worry enough I’ll keep you near / the night before Thanksgiving I had this / panic to buy the plot on either side of us / so we won’t be cramped that yard of extra grass / would let us breathe”

sobbing in the library rn. i have never been so struck like this. ohh my god.

“We’d been together for 10 years, and life was very sweet. On the bluff of ancient Thera, looking out across the southern Aegean toward Africa, my hand grazed a white marble block covered edge-to-edge with Greek characters. The marble was tilted, its message slowly eroding in the rain. “I hope somebody’s recorded all this,” I said, realizing with a dull thrill of helplessness that this was the record.”

hurts. again

reading this collection, taking my bitter pill. like oh remember when that person you loved died? remember how grief never gets smaller? yes, yes I do.

This is. unbearable (the sadness, not the poems)

again thanks to Brett for lending this to me :)
read the first paragraph and I realized I can not read this at work because I will almost certainly be crying the entire time