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The Function of Mud

Audrey Howitt
Sep 3, 2023

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A poem about grieving

Photo by Mila Tovar on Unsplash

I stand in the middle of the floor
toes pointing north
heart pulling west
toward the dirt and moss
where you lie

my feet can’t move
they have forgotten how

I would bury them with you
so you could teach them
right from left,
teach my heart to beat again

instead, I stuff dirt into my mouth
swallow its grit
feel it follow veins

I am a golem
in the dark

shedding tears
turning my feet
into mud

All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017. Originally published on my blog.

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Audrey Howitt
Audrey Howitt

Written by Audrey Howitt

A licensed attorney and psychotherapist, opera singer, voice teacher, and poet.

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