in the wilds of grief

lay down your head, willful

the night a blank slate

the pillow a memory bag

go on work

your magic but your tricks

they don’t work here

let all your synapses overfill

then empty in unison

neurons twisting clear to your tiptoes

no corners here so flow

the wild jungle of grief

you can boogie or swing

or waltz if you know how

just find a rhythm

and move