My grief could vote
my grief could get drafted
It could graduate high school
Valedictorian of its class
Walk across the stage in cap & gown
and accept a diploma for all its hard work
My grief is ready to launch
Live in a dorm
Fall in love
Drink too much at a party
Share a twin bed with a tall boyfriend
Cry through an hour of therapy
Stay up all night writing a paper
Then fly home in the morning
with a 50 pound suitcase
Get picked up by a mom in a wig
in a new car that already reeks of cigarettes
My grief is so mad & sad
It doesn’t even want to hug her
that too mad/sad is the realest thing </3. beautiful medicine poem.
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