Grief manifested

July:

the month of tar

sweeping rivers

in the streets

glue sludge

filling her mind

causing a stutter.

She’ll grip it

by the balls

the emotion

cooling and festering

between her fingers

painted black, staining

her fists with anger.

She eats gnats

on sunny afternoons

let them feast on the rotten

pomegranates and pineapple

in her belly

uneaten concaved candies

rip for hollowed out leftovers.