Grief: Another Perspective

Sad is a turd

you step on more

than once, stays deep

in the tread, prints

the hall floor

as you come to meet

the people who would

notice, even if you remove

your shoes the smell

is unmistakable, you nod

and smile at the table

all the guests are your friends

and you want to become

a napkin gently protecting

your lap.

5-14-13/1:15 a.m.

SF