Look at this big, beautiful body

Look at this big, beautiful body.

Arms big enough to hold all love,

Soft, curvy body built for endurance.

Strong legs for life's long journey.

This body is so much more than a shape.

Look again - what do you see?

The Anatomy of Loss

How do you grieve, my dear?
I tried to freeze the nerves,
to shutter every window
until the ache ran dry.

How do you grieve, my dear?
I turned the blade inward,
then outward -
wounding the very hands
that reached out to hold mine.

How do you grieve, my dear?
I let the memory of warmth go cold.
I unlearned the language of light
until I forgot that love
was ever a place I lived.

How do you grieve, my dear?
I am a riot of ghosts;
I dance, I howl, I laugh
until the sound turns into a scream
and the scream turns into a prayer.

How do you grieve, my dear?
I poisoned the garden to kill the weeds.
I tried to logic pain
only to find that grief
is the only thing left alive.