REFUSAL TO MOURN

In lieu of
flowers, send
him back.

ANDREA COHEN

ANDREA COHEN

ARROW

There will be loss so great it will divide the gods up into teams. And the horses. The ones that could kill you, the ones that killed us, are making their way across the green river, that’s how cold. That’s how serious. You won’t remember because the light is soft. & the trees. & your son will say the moon. & your daughter will say Venus. & the baby baby of every song on the radio. & a horse will walk up to the locked gate. & a horse will eye your car. & a man will say careful honey. & you will throw your head back and touch the cross you wear. & he will say careful honey & you will pull back the bowstring at full draw. & he will say careful honey & you run the wind at her own game & have now. Let go.

KATHERINE OSBORNE

Sometimes grief is the mortar that holds your bones together.