I’ve started to own this grief
I’m not going to let it kick me off field any longer;
I’ll bring it up on first dates, share it like
small bites of chocolate with my roommates on the couch,
drown in it as if it were a giant glass of red wine;
I’ll scream it out of me and into pillows and
bring the subject with me to dinners and various bars
across town, neatly tucked in my clutch
like my favorite lipstick.
I’m going to own this grief publicly
and you’re going to watch me
so that the next time they ask me how I’m handling things
I can look them in the eye and say
I’m handling it just fine, thanks.
