Tears
We say the prayers for those who weep under the stars and are pulled beneath the grass by the weight of their sorrows. Immortalized in secondhand, painted haunting and pretty by artists, good for stories, good for song, good for righteous shakings of heads and promises of goodwill backed by not a lot of action. Because her love, and her hatred, and her envy now perishes, and she will have no portion forever under the sun.
Yesterday, my mother said to cry in the morning when the people can hear you. Cry in the sunlight where the watchers will see you paint your sorrow firsthand.
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