In the poem, The Thing Is, Bass tells about life falling apart right in front of you, “like burnt paper in your hands”. From that single line, I can tell something has happened to her where she felt like it was the end of everything. She watched as her world slipped right through her fingers and couldn’t put them together fast enough. Grief is almost talked about as a being, “When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air”. Do you ever feel so overwhelmingly sad that you can’t seem to swallow or catch your breathe? Bass reminds you of that feeling with perfect vivity. You can almost feel the knot in your throat as you try and choke it down so you can continue reading.
