Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.

I have observed, the theorist
I am

We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…

I myself should never have been born

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

my father holds
his favorite drink

how does an afternoon turn
on its axis?

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors

this is what I want you to to see:
leaves falling because it is too late for them not to

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat