Grief Talking

Grief Talking

Janes, Jamie,

not Jennifer Jane,

names,

James,

miss, missing

when you lose

you lose your ane

your aims

names

trying to say the right name

that is how

I do feel, I do feel her pain

miss Janes

blames

me.

Dustclouds form as

words

disperse in helicopter flail.

Her son’s blood

inking sand.

Lack, lack, lack,

gunning in her head.

His body incomplete,

a word

with the last letters

crossed out.

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