Founded in the fall of 1991, Laurel Moon is Brandeis' oldest, national literary publication. Each issue we publish features original work from undergraduate students.
...grief. is summoned from within.
It stays.
Replaying:
The loss of a best friend
The death of a grandparent,
fumbled job opportunities,
bills,
ADDICTION, & neo-genocide.
Grief.
slithers through a sundry of sizes:
$10 in birthday money.
Your last 1⁄2 gram of za.
Hand-me-down football-cleats.
That dead bird in the middle of the street.
Bullets fragments found in innocent bodies.
Grief.
Is seeing mice,
In yo home
again...
Grief.
is special.
Grief.
stays and gets comf- ortable,
underneath,
the junk in
your room,
Within,
the cavities of unkempt teeth,
Inside the drugs you smoke,
floating
In the clots of puke from an OD
Off Mad Dogs in yo dorm;
and forever in your inner child, watchin’ Looney Tunes to fall asleep.
Grief is like a leaf.
floating
,
,
down.
You crumble at the thought of loss,
whatchu’ about to become?
will you care? As
death is a familiar friend.
And pain is a healthy
sweet.
Grief
can bring some healing
but step one is hard,
as step two is strange;
for it involves loving you and...
Diacos is a senior enrolled at Oberlin College who enjoys singing, eating good food, and writing funny things.