diving board

i want to approach strangers & ask, 
"where are you putting your grief?"
does anyone else feel as urgent as i do?
if i had a patch of dirt i would dig & dig
until i was deep in marrow. then, i would
fill that hole with water. kill an angel 
to christen the pool. construct a diving board
hanging over the lip. jagged tooth. my reflection, 
a spattered bird. i crave something real to dangle above.
each day, the ocean asks more & more questions.
when you be an animal again? why don't you weep? 
how will you survive? i have no answers. 

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