Ace Boggess is author of three books of poetry, most recently Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2017), and the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.

Ace Boggess

My Condolences

I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sorry for your loss. I must practice lest I get words wrong: this simple thing I don't know how to say. I've never been a mourner, never worn those black glasses grief prescribes. I confess that I can't empathize with what way you react when people die — now someone close, your heart, your wife. How might I sneak you past the weepers in this sadness study group, I who’ve not yet read the introduction to their text? I'm sorry for your loss, I'll tell you, mechanical as a grinding clock, but why should you listen? What good will it do? I'd be like a pallbearer showing up with broken arms — more dead weight on the uneven path, drunken lout who came too late, singing his song of sorry for your loss.

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