jayivan

Killed at noon to-day
I could not cry, or wring my
Hands, I should but watch.

Being born, and urged
Full of notions, this zest-filled
Insufficient breast.

We lay in the park
shade, shirtless, optimistic
and hungry in May.

We lay in the park
shade shirtless, eyes skyward,

We lay in the park
shade shirtless, fingers tucked loose
Into buttoned jeans.

We lay in the park
shade shirtless, plotting

devolutions

See for what a slight

Thing you are betrayed, this door

You might not open.

We wiped the headstone
Clean of green moss clung tight to
Granite cavities.

We wiped the headstone
Clean, my brother and me

When I touch your skin
The world becomes good again
And it is enough.