poetry

after the funeral

after on eagle’s wings/and the men carrying/you up the tile-laden aisle…

cracked screen

I am so sad/like I keep randomly crying/she says through a cracked screen…

can’t believe it

of course it’s butter, you fucking idiot./What else would it be?/ a dream?/A promise?/A dream of promises kept?…

I chose a place

I chose a place/I thought you’d like./I looked it up all day at work:/menus, reviews, neighborhoods…

message sent

I sent the text because I had to./I sent the text because you were on my mind…

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