Doing a deal with grief
'give me today, you can have tomorrow
me all to your yourself'
Whatever it takes
whatever is needed to just survive
the jack-hammer
of nine to five

But grief squeals and grief shrieks
a black bird
trapped in a glass house
clattering to get out

I know those red eyes
when you return into our room
stretching out my arms
'come, drench my shoulder
with your wet grief
with your sobbing shrieks...'

(Feb, 2014)