Feast Of My Heart

On Saying Goodbye in the Epicenter of a Global Pandemic

I start writing this in my head yesterday when it’s cold and the sky is sending sheets of rain down into the sirens and the emptiness/I start writing while he’s still here because that way I think I have a say in what happens, that way I think I have some authorship/how stupid of me I should know better/ it isn’t my first time at the goodbye rodeo. For …