Poems for the few

Ignoring Grief

Ignoring Grief

It's like wearing thick gloves

and then touching the ice-

you know it's c o l d

but you can't quite feel the slippery smooth surface

and the texture of the soggy wool that separ-

-ates your  s  h  a  k  i  n  g hands from the ice

it's almost worse than if you had simply

picked up the ice with your bare

hands.