is grief a duck

grieve then grieve then grieve then hey yes you're here you're doing it it's okay grieve then grieve

then concave soft then stuck

then frozen needs

then wasted food///hide the boxes

no no no

trachea palms that's not where you go

hey sweetie hey do you hear me

shame is not a home

grieve-move

trachea back in palms back open down

yawn burp shake

weed and jazz and sweat and ow ow ow this hurts it fucking hurts

cry shit sneeze scream

every hole's a grief hole

hey sweetie yes

what won't move

grieve that too

i'm losing it now is grieve a kind of duck is grieve a new york times recipe i can mess up is it just me am i monstrous so special uniquely where is this what is this i hate this my trachea is out of place again and i smell the weed again and new trails take me to old grieves again and old grieves are forever grieves and

shame is not a home