'grief'
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You unfasten the buttons on your shirt
loosen the collar
alter the sides
tie the ends into a knot
cuff your sleeves
I shelved my memories of you - warm as old paper, edged in gilt,
overflowing their rows like the books in the shops we wandered:
pages tinted the color of a century, crackling at a touch,
what do these eyes see?
do they see the color of the snow
in front of you?
what do these eyes see?
do they see the blush on my cheek
due to cold?
what do these wide eyes see?
Dear YXU,
It has been a while! How ya been, ya schmuck?
I’m busting down your doorway and my blood pressure’s up
There’s a small stream of spit
Trailing form the rabid corner of my mouth
You lasted only 21 years on this 4.5 billion-year-old rock we call Earth.
On a universal scale, each second in Earth's time represents 440 years.
To my beloved grief,
Who comforts me with bittersweet prayers,
I ask you to listen to my pen through silent thoughts you scream at me.
Dear Grandpa,
I remember your voice
Comforting and clear
The last phone call
Sing for Me I hear
