““Hello grief Good morning grief insect that lurks in me and all night long lies in wait till I open my eye At first I’ve forgotten you; I gaze at the lines of the ceiling suddenly you set foot and enter consciousness. You come to embitter the morning coffee, to subtract something from the tiniest joy of my hand at the window latch, you bring disorder to the bath water, provoke the first unpleasant telephone call you’re a monster a microscopic Minotaur that seeks food and is sustained “with the slightest thing' from “Good Morning, Grief””
