me telling a storee 2 a
frend who droppd in a
wundrful frend a storee
uv loss n trying 2 b in th
present regardless now
by myself agen feeling
weird did i make a
mstake all that hard on
myself in telling thos
storeez dew they reelee
help whn i tell them or
dew i reinfors thos hypo
thetikuls what ifs or if i
did ths or that deep breethng
i will get thru 2 th present
agen full time walk thru
mirrors in th rivr undr th huge
arm uv th all eveloping shadow
passes like from an ancient
armouree th twilite uv
sparrows n th tanks return
ing roar blowing our houses
n independens n soshul pro
gressiv aims down down

ium thinking uv a gold cup
n shiny powdr life silvr rain
from it sweet reain falls as if its
anothr nite on erth full uv
toughing possibilitees in th
air n voices speeking sew
softlee thry mouths shaping
tendrelee each lettr mooving out
from th face

or i may b rekovring from th
loss telling uv it tho th hurt
is not lessning anothr comet
passing n sew manee canduls
burning n th mooving breething
kaleidoscrope not literal th loss
sumwun ther with him 2 put soft
kool cloths on his 4hed hold
him as he starts his journee 2
go

n th gold cup pours out our
lives we drink from recreate
animate our longings tellings
say n th artikulaysyuns uv
each lettr transforming each
othr othr til thr is no othr
shore line dissolv

reapeer heer or mor
likely ther

Originally published in White Wall Review 41 (2017)