You are a found family of Peter Pan’s
a brotherhood built from the ground up in Hood Hall,
friends through shithole apartments
& ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends,
starting at the bottom of the law firm/art/architecture/film ladder
& working your way up to the top floor
to push your way out onto the roof
standing side-by-side, fists raised in triumphant
You boys have consumed me with your
houses, art openings, films, & your presence in the court room.
I love you all & hope you’re doing well.
I miss you all.
edited & expanded on 5/5/2020