When I was twelve years old I rode my bike twenty miles to sit at my brother’s grave. I talked to him through the earth. I asked him if he could hear me.

When I was twelve years old I rode my bike twenty miles to sit at my brother’s grave. I talked to him through the earth. I asked him if he could hear me.
SIT THERE VERY STILL Waves of shock and disbelief / Relentlessly rack your grief / You wander through empty rooms / Sucking in cigarette fumes