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
our volcanos over the dining room table
past past now pssst
gratefulness
oh yeah i forgot that i am lucky.
greatness
truly.
better to have loved and lost…ok
but
truly.
BUT
this rotting yoke of numbness and lava
tongue pressed between my molars
an indentation of purpose
handwriting worse than his or his
but lacking his shape his zest
but wrote this okay