is the silence of the sun. A window.
A door. Things that shouldn’t be.
A clock is the wisdom of a month,
laughing at me in rolling laughs.
I told you in something in-between,
something over here in French.
If you are curious find me.
Study, again. See if you can overcome the obstacles,
the CAPD. Try. And in return I will give you a candle holder
like I have. Green like a lantern, but for a candle. Buy me
a candle holder and relearn your French.
She said it was real. I had a friend named Eddie.
Who only lived to 28. The part of my brain that stores
memories to look back on didn’t.
And perhaps those memories can’t be found.
I had a friend named Eddie. And only a few memories.
I am balancing between respects. In my family
no one talks of Disneyland. One.
