Kleinkind | grief poetry

I have turned my face blue

my body just fell off

even your name sounds dead

I’ve seen the letters in an obituary

a love note

that I can’t stop hearing

everything standing still on the page

wiped off the edge

I make space for the immaterial after the end

your death contours my face

I carry loss in my pockets

I remind myself of your voice

everything in my head has a heart

and I can feel your colours in my stomach

my eyes contain your absence blue

and I come up for air

in a dream where

nothing bad has ever happened to you

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene


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