Disquiet on soon-dead leaves

Hums of a

94 and Gratiot upset

Floating under knocking hammers

Belting dogs barking

Restless Battlestation in

Late summer soft rain

Disquiet on

soon-dead leaves

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Smoked a hid cigarette

Worried about my heart

Ate less salt

Drank more wine

Still felt like vapor

Cornered under overpass

Near loosely-heldtogether

Seminole street

I, shrapnel in the drive thru

I, shrapnel

, --

(puts her hand on his thigh and I think of you)

-- ,

Couples kissing in the kitchen as I walk in and

think of you

In a bar

or in bed thinking of you.

I'm bored so I think of you.

I can't stand, or think, about me

and you.

I pretend I don't have tears in my eyes, but I-eeeeee

t's shrapnel.

I lie.

‘I'm not thinking of you.’

Crying myself into a salad,

thinking about your death.

Unfortunately into Oreos with water

wondering

why

we

Didn't die together. But swimming

deep in you.

I dive, turn away,

sleep on a floor more than feet,

or seat, I drive

Miles, Curtis, mostly Prince,

(And sometimes Meat Puppets)

crying, tears still drying

on my cheeks

-in the drive thru-

And you finished

-or-

Skipping therapy to think about old loads of laundry.

The woman asked and walked too

close

about an earring she lost.

I was choking down salad

into tears

(they always have salad here

and coffee.)

~

I tried to

be and was mad at

my friends.

I stayed in my car, left early

though I had drawing, still

no coffee.

~

Tasting. dressing

(the laundromat near the hospital).

Watching jays,

hearing a bird I wonder about

Shallow breathtaking and the sound of lawnmower in Polish Hollywood.

~

The smell of snot-much

I thought of a photo you took

   -An idea we had.

And you finished.

~

And for us

I had a dream about Becky

And she was smiling and giving me shit

Like cousins will do

And I told you when you asked why

I was laughing

And you didn't understand

And I was confused

‘Because she is gone’

You reminded me, but

She wasn't then

And I was happy

And woke to cry

And remembered your year

And strength

In a hospital bed

You

Never cared much for poetry

And I

Care

For it and read

To sleeping you

All asleep in a hospital bed

Hoping my soft recitation

Seeps in, holds you like cloth,

Like I can not, have not

For a month

In a hospital bed

Greektown17

On Saturday nights it's all

Sirens and calamity

Two dead birds

Again

.

.

Pushing

Remnants of a house on VanDyke Street

Seasons first snow on new coal-

burned boards.

Sure, the winds blew in before

Now what's left assumes the other.

Collecting white in the carcass ribs

And on steps that don't go nowhere,

They go up two feet

To the remnants of a house on Van Dyke Street.