MIRROR
10.23.20
when i was a kid, i watched a documentary about a momma leopard and her cub.
the cub was killed and half eaten by the time she got back from a hunt.
she cried for hours with the body between her paws, called out for it to come back (from where?)
then she ate him.
i’m grieving you like that. devouring old tunes and habits of yours to feel a little deeper.
i haven’t cried you out, i don’t know if i will.
i hope you feel honored in this grief.
this is all i can say right now, you’ve built a damn around my feeling.
i’m waiting for the avalanche