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.

Oct.17

‘It's ok to go through droughts,

You tell yourself,

While getting older.’

-He tells himself

And feeling younger than he should.

Lermp Rompy

:A forest without trees

You without me

When life makes more sense than

It makes more sense backwards: