Tag: grief

Lunatic Divestment

When you were dead I vandalized
the walls of the green room
where waiting was revived

as an activity. I kicked the plaster
and you kissed me, like a window
that kept you in the wall

so long. Lend me patience
to break just enough at the joints
to see the limits breathe

along their ecstasy plates.
Pathos, the ointment that
made us flesh instead of nothing.

Wipe my mouth with the rag
of my bad words, or maybe
shut my better eye in service

to the blinder one. Who will take
the mountain out from under
Everest? I will wait the body out.

—Elizabeth Metzger