#vss365 challenge! Word is #purge
You told me you donated everything from her
Even the dress she died in
I thought of how many times I’ve dug through abandoned clothes at thrift stores
Like it was buried treasure
And wondered how many ghosts I’ve actually purchased too
#Exalt:
(verb)
borrowed
from a dead language
the Latin root exaltare
meaning
to raise high…
But nobody tells you
how thin
the air gets
once
they really lift you
#vss365
I was told to #conduct myself
like a lady
But ladies
fold their thunder
into napkin shapes
and call it
etiquette
Where I call that
suffocation
in white linen
#vss365
she taught me the #ache
of the bell
after the ringing,
the way it holds
the shape of sound
in its emptied mouth
and knows
it will be asked to do this all again
#vss365
The dresser drawer won’t close…
something inside it keeps expanding
I think
it’s the #ache I folded
into last winter’s sweater
the one that fits the person I was
but not the weather I’m living in
#vss365