I use my grief
To watch the new Wes Anderson.
I use my grief
To eat cake on the street.
I use my grief
To simply exist.
I went from 25
With the speed of a dream,
A lifetime ago, Kendra Jean,
Has turned into
The tiny time of my life.
Maybe there is a meaning to this,
To keep telling the story.
It could be the dumbest retrofuturistic
Experiment ever
Or it could be the greatest metatexual poem
In the history
Of whatever the hell this is.
I use my grief
To not waste grace.