Tagged: friends

we are on a free

back when we used to

back when we used to
exchange letters, everything
was more – like meeting

in grand central this november,
recalling the length of your hair
.
20171210:1637
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things change

things change.
i do and i don’t i hear
you say.

things change.
twenty years later, you
are eighty weeks and two
days dead.

things change.
i am reading
the days run away
like wild horses over the
hills
, and they haven’t
.
20171108:1831
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the first day of the

the first day of the
rest of our lives starts like a
simple bouquet – matched

and mismatched, friends and family,
until death do us part
.
20170531:2357
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every morning, new

every morning, new
worlds appear unbidden, having
nothing and every-

thing to do with the way we
see each other, interact
.
20170424:2132
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between thirty-four

between thirty-four
and forty-eight, we are
celebrating birthdays
in the east village
tonight, stringing the
eighties to the nineties
from the jukebox in
the corner. most of us
will become more
repetitive with
time – for now, we
will rely on
booze and song
.
20170217:2359
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we promised that our

we promised that our
mothers would not call
each other when you or
i die, that we would
just feel it,
long before the
conversations would
not take place.
you have a plan
to haunt my dreams
serenading our george
michael. i promise
not to be prepared,
so that i can be so
unprepared for
at least one thing
.
20170131:2310
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we made a pact,

we made a pact,
twenty days
into the new year,
that we would keep
our resolutions
simple – just
stay alive
.
it’s quite
obvious
we’ve never
had to make
resolutions before
.
20170130:2009
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there is something to

there is something to
childhood friends –
rock, paper, scissors –
agreeing to one-up
each other for the
rest of eternity,
building strength
to face the rest of it all
.
20161223:2202
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you caught me between