April 19, 2014


After the funeral—where I’d sat near the casket, in the area reserved for close family—I came home to New York, to grieve in a vacuum. No one here knew him. They only knew my mixed stories. I didn’t know how much I was allowed to mourn for someone who hadn’t always been good to me. I went back to work immediately.

Friends all said I was handling things extremely well.

I wasn’t handling anything.

My essay, “Bury the Dead” over at Gawker (via leighstein)

Leigh’s beautiful work.

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my national #poetry month gifts to myself. EMPATHY EXAMS recced by @leighstein!

my national #poetry month gifts to myself. EMPATHY EXAMS recced by @leighstein!

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