the thing is

  • Poetry Friday: The Thing Is | Ellen Bass

    Dena September 23, 2011

      The Thing Is | Ellen Bass to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only…

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