implicate (v).

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I now understand
the ritual of mourning clothes,
a physical veil to signify that
we are not yet ready to join the world;
they would act as a suggestion of how
strangers should approach us:
with the greatest softness
and a wide berth.

How many times have I been
unraveled by a well-meaning barista
asking how my day is going? 
How isolating when you can't
answer fully: "I am making sense
of myself after
my entire world fell apart." 

I now approach the world
with such delicacy, since
we are not adorned in our
mourning clothes, but
carry with us all the ways
we are surviving.