Zerreißprobe | transgenerational poetry

she spent her birthday

saying goodbye to your body

*

in the parking lot of a hotel

my uniform got wet

I had my mother on the phone

I had lost my grandmother then and there

a voice on the phone

cut my shift short

grief walked me home

and whispered

I’ll stay

*

your deaths came a few months apart

I incorporated loss

something enters your body

and becomes a part of you that belongs to you

that you haven’t baptised yet

because you can’t put your finger on it

can’t find it

can’t name it

hold still

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @croque_melpomene

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