Selbstentfernung | writing about grief

in my dreams the dead pretend to be alive

but why must you be dead in my head

memories retain their nature

and sometimes you cease to exist when I’m asleep

and I imagine you sitting on our mother’s roof at night

in admiration of the stars that both of your windows framed

and you console her as she cannot sleep

fall asleep like you did

a face is in the making

your death can’t find rest in our mother’s face

her eyes hold what her hands cannot

her body cracks on the edge of your absence

your voice in the back of her head

she knows better

than to turn around and expect

how can I give birth to death

moonlight finds her late at night

my brother’s well-remembered silhouette

and she waits

and he listens

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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