Dear Jude, I miss your smile as I flip through my old pics of you on my phone. I miss your early morning alarms when you get up to go to work. I miss you coming home smelling of chlorine, your hair still damp from the pool. I miss how you dress: crisp & handsomeContinue reading “Dear Jude I”
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Who am I?
I ask,& you tell me:I’m your oldest & dearest friend,I’m a reader, a singer, & a mathematician. When I wake in the night,(disoriented, drenched in sweat)you’re there to hold me,reminding me that you’re here,& remind me that it’s over, it’s over, it’s over— In these moments,when I’m running (wildly) lost along a dirt road,you callContinue reading “Who am I?”
Airbending
Bending the air while doing breathing exercises is a struggle:If I can bend the other three elements so well,why can’t I airbend? Listening & seeing trouble ahead is a big problem for me:I bend before I speak,using my muscles before I think (sometimes)I know I’m young & brash,but that’s just who I am right now.Continue reading “Airbending”
Reichenbach Fall
If only everyone could successfully fake their own death,just like Sherlock does in “The Reichenbach Fall,”we wouldn’t have to worry about dying. The pavement would be splattered with fake Halloween blood,& your tears would mirror my tears of poorly-timed laughter. If only I hadn’t watched Requiem for a Dream—the seedy drug underbelly filling my mind—ifContinue reading “Reichenbach Fall”
Dear Jude
I miss your cleaning. I miss hearing you trot out arpeggios in the middle of the night on the piano, when you can’t seem to grasp reality. I miss your cooking. I miss the sound of your voice, even when you’re angry. I miss the looks you shared with Willem; I miss you looking atContinue reading “Dear Jude”
The Boys of Hood Hall
Jude &JB &Willem && Malcolm. You are a found family of Peter Pan’sa 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 floorto push your way out onto the roofstanding side-by-side, fists raised inContinue reading “The Boys of Hood Hall”
Dear Willem
You compiled my life for me—a spreading accordion of file folders labeled Jude I Jude II Jude III Jude IV bursting with awards, photos, certificates, love letters, JB’s art, & my legal documents With you,you shone like the Sun,brightening the white-washed walls of our apartment Your jumper cable armswound around me kept me safefrom theContinue reading “Dear Willem”
Hold onto Me
Note: This is not a personal poem. You keep me sane amid the winter’s bite,in between raised webs of scar tissue& sticky streams of blood You keep me warm in this drafty room,using your tender kisses& your fierce hold on me to blot out the chill—the muscles of your biceps & tricepsknotting, bunching, & jumpingContinue reading “Hold onto Me”
