by Kat Seidemann
You say I have no right
to be so sad
over someone I never
knew
This sadness feels
like fucking nostalgia
which can’t be right
but
aaaaaait is
You call him selfish
say
he had everything
How ignoble
to die
with a spike in
your arm
with children
aaaaaawho love you
Folly That
having everything
craving something like death
but not death
a compulsion towards
silence
aaaaaaI understand
And this loss
untimely
like so many others Are
too familiar
too dear
new tears for a recycled
sorrow
aaaaaaI mourn anew
Clamor 