Grief: Another Perspective

by Julie Rogers

Sad is a turd
you step on more
than once, stays deep
in the tread, prints
the hall floor
as you come to meet
the people who would
notice, even if you remove
your shoes the smell
is unmistakable, you nod
and smile at the table
all the guests are your friends
and you want to become
a napkin gently protecting
your lap.