dead.

 

glass-like still.
the half-choke, the vomit-up gasp then stop.
we stall out, glassy-eyed and simultaneous, not as bright
but see-through and that's how we'll have it.

saturday cyndi told me glen goff is dead- overdose on drugs,
was it suicide? that shocked me, sat my mind down and made me stare,
even more blankly than i had been before.

glen and i used to go out, to gay clubs or straight clubs on 'gay night'.
he was my favorite person to go out with.
he was smart and sarcastic
and self-conscious and kind, rode above the night and had an air of grace
charged about him. he never danced.

i sit around
this sunday,
men crawling all over the sides of my house
with hammers.

glass-like still.
the half-choke, the vomit-up gasp then stop.
we stall out, glassy-eyed and simultaneous, not as bright
but see-through and that's how we'll have it.

 

- jessy kendall

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