Driving Lessons
Grief is an invisible skin. You
wear someone’s life in your own.
Even the way I parallel park is him.
For a mediocre driver, I’m pretty good.
Crank the wheel one way,
then the other at the midpoint.
You have to go all in or know
when you’ve botched the geometry.
Commit or start over.
No, that’s not right either.
Grief is closer and further
away. Always both.

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