to love life to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything youve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your handsyour throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you its tropical heatthickening the air heavy as watermore fit for gills than lungswhen grief weights you like your own fleshonly more of it an obesity of griefyou think How can a body withstand thisThen you hold life like a facebetween your palms a plain faceno charming smile no violet eyesand you say yes I will take youI will love you again.