Saturday, April 22, 2017

el chubasco

Her parents met on fishing boats. She, the daughter of fisherman, Costa Ricans, Alaskans, Santa Cruzians, Oregonians, and I remembering when how she walked in through that door, a gentle daughter of light. How she said she was gonna go to the Women's March the next day or something. I remember last night and how close we could touch and how long and how deep and how enormous the bridging of our energy. I kissed her face this morning. She reached for me with her arm. The drunks on Sunset cried at each other as we held and melded and I got up and closed the bathroom window and then returned to her, quiet and calm

Saturday, April 8, 2017

how he bled black blood out of his nose and we cradled him in our arms like we had been all this time

Travis my boy

yes what is it josh

Travis my boy do you remember when

josh, yes, of course i do. i will never forget it

No but

josh i know what youre gonna say

But Travis that hollowed out haunted stare that i am trying so hard to hide that you are trying so bravely to preserve it is about--

i know what it is about josh

I know but Travis you must understand it's a miracle how you and I can still confide in each other and share space and orbit one another after all we have been thr--

josh i know. i know josh. so well. better than anyone on earth can articulate at times when i try

But Travis


Travis do you remember how

it is  on my mind constantly

How we... do you remember

i remember josh

Do you remember how we watched a man die together

yes josh. he was my best friend. of course i remember

Travis, sometimes I wouldn't believe it was real if it hadn't been the most real thing I have ever had this life to know

i know josh i know