for a beautiful man in comfort and joy. lovely, may you rest peacefully.


the state of things has been moved to
dis
order.
we speak slowly, patternelss
judgments
remembering where you stood
only
days
before.
darling, we ran in parallel lines,
your beautiful timidity
cascading around your face in the
forms of blonde knotted
ropes.
there was a cigarette between my fingers and
you gave a
sigh.
there were moments
around your neck,
moments where i thought of you in
comfort and
joy, and we spoke of cleansing.
there was something in that woman's sobs,
something that spoke your name, the
very same something
drawing salt from my eyes
feeling your presence in a
previously acquainted voice.
your body, dear,
hung by
disorder, and brother, i
loved you.

i realize now,
what footsteps meant in the sand,
how i prayed for rain and looked for you
to run_
you remind me
how connected i feel
i know i thought
but as irrelevance seems to take hold;
we always know hindsight
better than we
realize
we know
ourselves.