Shownotes
The Grief that Grips Our World
Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
Silver waters whisper
amidst slender branches
where sisters bathe. My twin
of bone and moss whose woe
I fold like my grandmother folded
her husband’s pants —
carefully, and in silence. Come,
feral storm. Let us
be washed from the grief
that grips our world tonight.
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