Standard Deviant and the Philosopher's Squid.

Two of my closest friends have lost their mothers within a week of each other.

Yesterday I talked to Martha and sat on the phone with her and we both cried our eyes out and  Martha told me about her mother and “do not resuscitate” and how she’s not going back to Portland and her dad and “there were five of us and now there’s only three” and how shit’s all fucked and I told her about the dog I found and tried to call its vet clinic but it ran away from me to a woman holding fast food who went into a church and I haven’t known what to do since last Thursday and all I can think to do is to try to be a good friend and sit and listen and love them both unconditionally.

Everyone grieves differently, so I don’t know what to do. I sit and wait, sometimes I reach out. 

All I can think to do is huddle and cling.