I want to grieve,
to wallow and rest in this sadness.
My soul lacks space for anything
smaller than this grief.
There isn't the room to talk about anything
and I haven't the desire to be happy, just yet.
I am looking, I am longing for those who will sit
and rest
and weep with me instead of demanding space for
their otherness.
Am I selfish?
Sure.
I am also grieving.
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