GRIEF Poem: this summer, its different, by Giulia Zacco

in the absence of
my itch of permanence
somewhere unfamiliar
i am met with an airport
terminal and a one-way
ticket back to half
of myself.

there’s nowhere to
hide here. i am faced
with gossamer
childhood memories
sticky hands
fountains and
my newfound sense
of belonging. there
is marble plating
glassing over my
living room.
there are flowers
dancing, intertwined
into my fingertips.

the taste of earth and
salt has never been more
familiar, and the black
etch of name calls me
by the name guilty.
maybe one day i
will learn to choose
between myself and
an ideal, a passing cloud
that paints over what will
come to pass.

my voice says change,
but the echo replies again?
mirror-bending, warping
into curls and brown eyes
into silver and syringes
into hospital wings and
appointments
into ashes.

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