T.

I love the internet because it has allowed me to order parts

for my prehistoric sewing machine without driving all the way

to Louisiana or Indiana, whence cometh the parts. 

And I did not feel compelled to spend all my time

in close proximity to the sun these past few days

simply because it has, finally, emerged.

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Joy and Sorrow, Zhong-yang Huang

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You cannot look at grief under a microscope.

I mean literally. Last night as I entered that

dream-manic state between wakefulness

and all-out sleep, where images rise up

at frantic speeds and disappear just as quickly,

I kept trying to capture a physical shred of grief

in order to make a slide, so I could scientifically

deconstruct its myriad parts under the light

of magnification. It didn't work. I awoke

and recounted this to P. who was beside me reading.

He looked at me and stated, very soberly, 

"You can't do that."