A blog and burrow by Nicole Buzzelli
Shapeless
The more lines I draw, the less shape I got. But I guess, the more shape too.
Dear—
This is a love letter. Maybe also a grief letter. Maybe, though, same-coin.
This letter is addressed to you if you want it to be, and it's not if you don't. I think with grief, we sometimes just need a witness. I write this letter in case you do, too. It's been a really hard week. Mostly, I've been coping. My heart's been about the breaking lately. Once this week, it happened that my heart broke all the way down. But then ten minutes later, I thought up a riddle: Fuck, fuck, fuck, how far down does down go if that down wasn't all the way down?