tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450153873867495397.post7284713293918629939..comments2023-05-18T06:12:08.919-04:00Comments on The Cat Widow: Paint It BlackArielle Arbushites, MSW, LSWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847522475111778225noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450153873867495397.post-2582022991478046152014-06-02T19:08:53.031-04:002014-06-02T19:08:53.031-04:00I remember when I was studying for my eng lit degr...I remember when I was studying for my eng lit degree reading about enforced grieving - boxing grief into a process - a period when the widow could wear only black and if she were to alter from this then she would bring shame. I remembered thinking how odd to name a day for someone you didnt know that said 'time's up life goes on'. <br />Grief is rule-less, lawless, classless and Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14377202324574452222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450153873867495397.post-46125542935614303382014-06-01T21:28:00.968-04:002014-06-01T21:28:00.968-04:00Black nail polish covers the tips of my fingers
Yo...Black nail polish covers the tips of my fingers<br />You notice it but you do not say a word.<br />Your gaze gives it all away.<br /><br />I place my hand on the countertop.<br />I reach out to grasp the paper you’re handing me<br />And your eyes fix themselves on the dark, gaudy gloss.<br /><br />My sadness is channeled through the black, shiny covering.<br />My emotions balanced nicely between THAT Associatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09972786792649526090noreply@blogger.com