"Then the men we try to love, say
we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.
Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."
— Dec 21, 2022 08:37AM
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