GRIEF Poem: To W., by Gabriella Garofalo

No more indigo nights, she wonders
Why things went so wrong, galaxies all snafu-
But don’t worry, just grab fast grooves,
As nothing can limbs or words do
Against old rumbling dogs, hair to go through,
Ice-cold stares-
Sure, she’s not a woman, she’s not a birth,
Your hope that writhes if blind to breath, to light
Demise shuns green questions,
Her die-hard habits, I know, and all that jazz,
Just ask yourself what’s left if they call it quits,
Thank God only time begets blue shadows,
But fire wipes them out-
C’mon, it’s same old here with your blue nature,
The reckless dance when you let in
Sparks, blackouts, maybe rejections,
Bit rich, yes, if winter days throw you
A light where you dream of nice creatures,
Your dream of frayed lights, they’re coming,
Yet don’t see them, you scatterbrain-
So don’t you say words matter
To shining breaks, or shelters of silence
When God keeps throwing silence
To fields in her soul, and they shun
A sky already prey to hands.

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