from it, poetry arrives
bits and pieces of her day
get stuck in her hair
she carries grief quietly
as one breathes, she only knows it
when she really thinks of it; she thinks about
where poetry lives
every morning then every night when she goes home-
as she contains moving scenes of
a market street; the shuffling worries possessing bodies of anyone and everyone
or return on investment broken down into basic needs.
there is poetry for grief and from it, poetry arrives.
Rifat Islam Esha is a poet. For more updates on her work, you can follow her on Instagram: @rifatiesha
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