DROP THE BASS

SCATTA’, AS IF I CLUTCH ON A MAGNUM

And tonight, I’m thinkin’ round two, AWWW YYEEAAAHHHH

Not only do my family and I have pretty much nothing in common, but it always reminds me of how mom isn’t here. I want to go home.

Whoever “you” may be.

“I feel like sometimes, grief holds you under a magnifying glass on a sunny day. It wants to get a better look at you, it tries to see the finer details of how it twists your emotions. It focuses in on every wrinkle and pore of the weathering it’s done to you. Either that or it just wants to watch you burn. The hardest part is telling which one.”

The wait, the weight, and the wave of grief
Wash over and soil the sun
Of a son’s long-spent trial-by-fire
Against the sting of life with loss.

HOLD ME CLOOOOSEE