your last act
traumatised my body
and I’ll take it
it was, after all,
the last sign of your life
*
and I
went back
to work
as if you
hadn’t died
*
your
death
contains too
too
too
much
life
*
every
single time
I project
your face
onto a young
man’s face
you are dying again
you are dying again
and I am imprisoned by grief
*
I stare because I see you
and they ask themselves what the hell is wrong with me.
Croque-Melpomene 