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by Zack Lavoie this grief is a fallen tree in the middle of the road this grief cannot be split to firewood i will tell you this now this grief is an immovable grief this grief is a dense immovable grief she is gone and i cannot pass i cannot pass * this grief is an arrogant grief this grief knows it is grief i will tell you this now this grief wears a crown this grief wears a burdensome crown she is gone and i cannot raise my head i cannot raise my head * this grief is a lowercase grief this grief has no periods no end no capitals no beginning no commas no pause i will tell you this now this grief is a whispered grief this grief is a muffled whispered grief she is gone and i cannot speak i cannot speak it is unending  photo by Morgain Bailey Zack Lavoie is a graduate of the University of Maine at Farmington and lives in coastal Maine. He is the author of the chapbook UPHEAVALS and was the recipient of the 2017 Alice James Books Director's Chair Fellowship. He works as a copywriter, editor, and content coordinator for a marketing agency in California. His work can be found on his website and in print nationally and internationally. He loves his dog. Find him at zackarylavoie.com and @zclavoie on Twitter. Comments are closed.
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