The sky has come down around us like a shroud.

Use plain language.

 

 

Strands of hair pushed through the floorboards,
and once the whole corpse
came late to a party.

We made a black thing
out of light-without effort.

I forgot to tell you my husband
died. He was in Spain and something
strange happened with alcohol or water. He loved them

Can’t you see I’m the one bearing
the perfect attendance medal
across my chest, and an award

You can do that with words, use one
for the other.

Even I can see the flowers are up. I take
like wild vine to my bed. And may I have
a word with the miser measuring out my joys.

You see this life is lived
on the premise that it is worth living it.