To Measure Grief in Feathers
When I lose my words
How do you draw a straight line on a surface with no edges? Or a smile on a man without a face? Does contradiction matter when your life is filled to the brim with unfathomable things? Is the sky green?
Truth is a shapeshifter. She is a people-pleaser. Truth is just as relative as time; something I thought was absolute; math has letters; logic is…