migraine
the fog binds me
drags down my eyelids
muffles my fingers
robs me of the joy
of this last day
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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how to exist
let grief become the center / allow the wild of your living to emerge at grief’s edges / breathe into the creeping things that come / water the ground with your tears —
(you will find the earth holding your grief to be fertile)
soon you will look out the window of your life / grief will be an obelisk in the distance / rising from the tangled vestige of your rewilded existence
-rjm
prompt: “how to exist” from letsescapril with inspiration from lois tonkin’s concept of grief
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