Monday, November 21, 2016

(for HID)

it's on the tip of my tongue
and extends from there as if
soon everything will be forgotten

(for HID)


(for GIG)

at the playground in winter a mother
recognizes her girl's laugh among the
bundled up happy shouting


(for GIG)


(for BUD)

I was about 5 when I could see Atlas
holding the world on his shoulders we
both floated through outer space