steel magnolias

Have you ever just needed to cry?
Weep? Sob your heart out?
Fill an entire room with your salty tears?
Because there’s just so much brewing inside
And you can’t articulate any of it
And you don’t know what else to do
And there isn’t an onion in sight
Only a knife
So you slice your arms open
To see if, just maybe, the physical pain can elicit tears
But it doesn’t work
There are no streams of salt
Just ribbons of blood
So you blot
And clot
And listen to songs from October
And remember,
And hope to god the memories evoked will produce the desired result,
But they don’t:
The couch,
The heartache,
The acoustic twang,
The hopeless and disillusioned lyrics
Just add fuel to the fire
That you desperately want to put out

So you drink
And watch the funeral scene from Steel Magnolias
Four times
And your lids fill,
Tears collect in the corners of your eyes
Hesitating only for a moment
Before sliding down your cheeks
And you finally weep
And you want to hug Sally Field
And thank her
So much
For helping you do what you needed to do



“Men are supposed to be made out of steel or something”



I’m not.