looking for grief

around and around the reservoir

It has been a harrowing weekend in America. I have spent most of it alone in bed, if not on the couch. I’ve eaten mac and cheese and chocolate cake and found solace in texts from my grandmother and old episodes of Fleabag.

It is the acute grief that comes with knowing, again, and again, that our systems do not care for the poor, for women, for communitie…