Complicated grief: poems

For Mom on her suicide.

The outstanding silence since her suicide.

The child she was supposed to protect.

Killing yourself.

My creativity saved me.

Incredulous to learn.

My sister got the brunt of it.

I should feel lucky.

A memory.

How do normal people do it?

Grief doesn't flow.

Grief.

For Robert.- It's not relief.

I am here to practice dying.

Standing with a shovel.

What of me is consistent.

My mother's suicide Number two.

The vagari4es of life.

My survival depends on what I convert.

Your sterling silver necklace.

No one's needs wermet.

How I got though it.