When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla
you must count yourself lucky.
You must offer her what’s left
of your dinner, the book you were trying to finish
you must put aside,
and make her a place to sit at the foot of your bed,
her eyes moving from the clock
to the television and back again.

– Matthew Dickman, from his poem GRIEF. It is worth it to read the whole thing.

I have been thinking about his other famous poem, TROUBLE, too, of course – for obvious reasons – but I can’t bring myself to read it right now. You should read it too – it is an extraordinary poem, I may have even posted it here before – but you’ll have to find it yourself.