02.28.12:
a modest point of reflection.


this month in new york,
i played dress up
with a friend for fashion week
in clothes that mostly hang in an empty room,
riding out the seasons
unworn.

this month in arizona,
i rediscovered the slapstick humor of palm trees,
the vibrant thrill of red earth piercing
a turquoise sky,
and men
who think they're supermen,
and i, with my mouth,
their spindly arch-villian.

and this month in idaho,
i watched a very good man
slowly die
from the same affliction that took his son
a year and a half ago.
by that same merciless bastard
that stole my hero-mother.

and today,
today i open up my windows to the afternoon sun
and think about tomorrow.


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