GRIEF Poem: Fractured, by Lorie Adair

(In the Aftermath of PK’s Suicide)
By Lorie Adair

We snow maids
are idle angels terrified
to plumb the depths
of icy woe.

Suburban wives with sapphire eyes
thick with wax, and smiles
of startled artifice,
we are but shadows on the lawn,
roosters savaging along a distance
no lover can repair.

In therapy, we drone
I shall be well again dreaming
someday it will ring true.

For now, we lie
in bleached valleys
of waste and shame,
so many fractured mirrors,
and aborted stars.