GRIEF LAST SUNDAY

by Sarah Finke
12th June 2017

My head’s a yoyo,

Careening over speed bumps,

My eyes like salt fish.

 

Rotten pumpkin flesh

In my torn and heavy breast;

Halloween’s memory.

 

Christmases wiped out;

Pain infects each talisman,

Blanks the photographs.

 

Rain in numb London;

I abstain and grin through the

Pungent swimming pool.

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