Two Dimensional Grief by Rebekah Vickery

by Rebekah Vickery (trauma practitioner, writer, friend)

LINK: https://los-cazados.simplecast.com/episodes/two-dimensional-grief-by-rebekah-vickery

I love words
I have none
Tell me, 
How do you create without a brush?
I live, do I? 
I’m real, am I?
I’m living in a middle space 
There are words, drinks, business, and laughs 
But also I’m alone 
Do mirror neurons work when my screen is already flipping the sides of our faces?
I look left, but you see me look right 
I hear words but your mouth has already been moving 
I think I see a tear
But maybe, it’s just dust 
Dust on the screen 
I breathe in, 1 2 3 4
So sad, how this act is now tinged with a bit of fear 
Breathe out, 1 2 3 4 
I have no words 
But old songs slip through the edges of my memory and my fingers remember them on the piano keys 
This is the air I breathe 
This is the air breathe 
Your holy presence living in me 
Where is your presence in the time of digital space? 
I have no words 
But sometimes, old verses slip through the edges of my memory and I cry 
We see through a glass dimly
How does Zoom feel so much like an encounter with you? 
This middle space. 
Here and not. 
I have no words, but sometimes 
I do