sometimes
the wind the waves
muffle and drown my memories
sometimes
the wind the waves
magnify and amplify
the sound of your voice and clearing of your throat
your graceful hobble into a room full of us
sometimes i crave an interlude from this chasmic sorrow
sometimes i am incensed by the muted reflections
you were a fairly loud man
echoing off of everything
oh universe
give me just a few more seconds (no minutes no lifetimes)
of his noise
what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as
the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to
write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing
peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!
is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would
you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love
