a mouthful of dawn

Grace K.

• Artist Statement

  Words are hard to come by during grief, especially in a language I've listened to for years but never spoken. This poem is the realization that it is too late to ever make sense of someone I love: the person and their language. I hesitate to call it an elegy because the words offer no consolation — only a mouthful of simple observations we desperately cling to, of incoherent thoughts our minds attempt to string together, and of grief being ubiquitous anywhere we turn to.

• Creative Statement

  Creativity is trying to explain the unexplainable.