throat(s) - Naomi King Walker

02627 – The Thing Is

The Thing Isto love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills...

01227 – Grief = Unspent Love

by Anderson, Jamie

Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.