Kymberlay Hafner

Negotiations

I’ve made a living working in cemeteries but I wasn’t prepared for maintaining ours. We took turns burying our grief in each other then burying each other while we grieve.

It felt like we were finally on the cusp and we decided to pick the scab as if to measure the healing Witness the blood, call the bluff

Maybe the ache from mourning the what if’s are more reasonable of a concession than the ache of my boundaries breaking.

Reflecting on what has sustained me previously in relationships the exhausting oscillation between crumbs and abundance I do not know how to love or be loved on a plateau we soar or we plunge but never to completion.