This passage really stayed with me: “and i sweep the same corners where you stood…” The way the motion of the broom mirrors the looping of memory is so visceral. It captures that quiet, repetitive work of grief and meaning-making in a way that feels very real. Thank you for sharing this.
“hurt moves the furniture in the room of memory” oof what a line. i loved everything about this poem, and how the form and structure of it adds to the panic, and the very end it releases us from it.
Love the dust bunnies...bye bye...Thanks for sharing.
This passage really stayed with me: “and i sweep the same corners where you stood…” The way the motion of the broom mirrors the looping of memory is so visceral. It captures that quiet, repetitive work of grief and meaning-making in a way that feels very real. Thank you for sharing this.
Beautiful work. “hurt moves the furniture in the room of memory” | “some nights i sweep again though the floor has long been clean”
“hurt moves the furniture in the room of memory” oof what a line. i loved everything about this poem, and how the form and structure of it adds to the panic, and the very end it releases us from it.
I feel “absence” when I read this. Thank you for sharing!