Freud's Loss

I'd just like to really thank Denise for having Max and I kind of tagging along at her launch. And yeah, for just always being so generous with other people's work. I'm just going to read three short poems about grief, obviously. Try and keep everyone's spirits up. This one's called now all my poems are about death, I feel as though I'm really living. The dead can answer us only in our own words. Can you imagine? Of course, you can't imagine. Your silence reaches out from inside me and meets itself on the outside. A sign says some memorials may be unstable. But what is the silence like someone wanted to know? Tell us