Grief Visits Me Today

by | Feb 9, 2021 | Fiction, Issue Nineteen

It wears a golden tutu, a spinning disco ball effect. I’m dizzy, off-balance.

I’m trying to eat breakfast. It’s wearing old-fashioned roller skates and boogies to a Parliament Funkadelic song, doing splits in my kitchen.

It doesn’t suffer our pressure of memory.

It rolls by me, one leg a right angle to the other, and I punch it in the chest. It falls on its ass, roller skates askew. I lift the spoon of cold oatmeal to my mouth as it crawls out of the room. I’m not in the mood to dance, trying not to chew to my destruction.

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