Friday, September 11, 2009


Whenever anyone I love dies
I stop and stare at the ground
and try to figure out a pattern.

How long I do this
depends on how much I love them. 

Once, someone I really really loved died,
--That's it. I said my goodbyes. I said my hellos. That's it.--
and I was trying to figure out 
how many total squares some triangles could make

when a woman wearing a tracksuit and big shiny hoop earrings
pushed her grocery cart into my my ass and said, 
Honey, either move forward or back.

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