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.