pit

by amy sharp


life has these cavernous holes that show up
unannounced like knocks on quiet house doors
football field size pits of grief and angst and
this is what your mama never told you about
because who wants to paint a picture
like that
who wants to tell someone
that someday
they will be
wading
through
life
all thick
like a madman
desperate to make it
feel
the way it did
before
white flags
the word uncle
you across a crowded room
just tell me it’s all going to be OK
just lie to me
all night long