My death

[gassoakedpuppy]

A month ago I lost consciousness while walking through my living room. When I woke up I had gouged my hand open and was bleeding all over myself. I went to the hospital and told them about it. Apparently losing consciousness is a big deal because they kept me there overnight and ran a shitload of tests. While I was lying in the hospital bed I was

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[anonymous]

Where does grief go?

When you cry it seeps out of your eyes
And trickles down your face.
It’s sopped up with a tissue and thrown away.
It sits in the garbage and hardens as it dries;
It’s as spiky and painful as it felt when it left.

Absorbed by paper, it sits in the trashcan
And waits until Tuesday.
Then it gets dumped into a big black trash bag
Which eats it whole in one bite, holding all of it
Within the confines of its dark, plastic ness.

It lingers on the curb
outside for exactly one night.
Raccoons pass it by for hotdogs, old chicken bones,
Half-empty perfume bottles, dirty socks,
Used condoms, broken toys,
Torn paper, and lint from the dryer.

The next day the garbage man comes
And throws it into the metal jaws of
The garbage truck, that eats it whole.
It’s filled with the grief, the stuff the
Raccoon didn’t want. What he couldn’t eat.

It drives to a landfill in New Jersey.
There really aren’t that many.
And falls into a pit
With tens
Of thousands
Of millions
Of other used tissues.