Blue Mountain Review Feb. 2021

Page 44

About This Poem: This poem was written in response to the Kübler-Ross model of grief, which attempted to “normalize” grief. As I navigated the death of my mother and the pandemic, I started to see grief not as something that was happening in five or seven stages that I was entering and exiting, but as a blurry, imperfect circle of alternating distraction and reflection activities. I liken grief more to Ouroboros eating his own tail -- to the idea that we (or parts of ourselves) may need to vanish from view from time to time to keep existing…that we may need to deconstruct or kill off parts of our old self to recreate a new self that allows us to carry on after our losses.


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