sometimes you cry on the bathroom floor
or in the backseat of your own car.
sometimes you’re so numb that
everything echoes inside you.
(your sides are two mountains, towering,
built to hold in the winter-dead valley of your guts,
and blanket the screams)
some days you are spent,
when your thoughts whir and grind like a film reel
and your body aches for
anything but this.
there is soft grass waiting for you;
there is a springtime meadow,
and honeysuckle flowers,
and life;
there is soft grass waiting for you
July, 2019. Grayson Burke. Photography. 2019.