“No Consolation,” a poem by Suzanne Buffam

“Imagine being me,” I don’t say to the friend who has lost, over the 
past seven years, both parents, her only brother, a cousin, an uncle, a 
childhood crush, a newly discovered half sister and beloved family 
dog to a cruel array of accidents, crimes of passion, and 
unpronounceable afflictions too ghastly and protracted to fathom, 
“with all that ahead of me.”

(https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2022/04/07/consolation-suzanne-buffam/)