Joanna Newsom’s Five Stages Of Grief

DENIAL of the olive pits extenuating bitterness as buried bears beguile us nimble nymphs into the netherworld.

ANGER at your octopus your tentacle resentment under waves of hardened sugar crystalline the diamonds of your oceans faded fully into furor.

BARGAINING, the crow and jay were chirping wistful feathers on an autumn day, transforming into rabbits, winged and weary from their wanting.

DEPRESSION is the thing, my dear, the nectar of the coldest year where walruses in stovetop hats greet our those with this and thats and sadness melts beneath the snow where jasmine dies and kudzu grows.

ACCEPTANCE as my only tongue no longer forked no longer rung from bells as beetles baited briskly to the buoy beneath our boredom.