to my friend who suicided

to my friend who suicided: entropicalia

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There really aren't words beautiful enough to describe this heartrending expression and expulsion of loss - the author has used them all.




An Excerpt

listen, do you remember when we tripped on our shoelaces and tumbled from high stone spires, trying to waltz to cobblestone musicians that could not quite reach us? was that spain? singapore?

and do you remember years and years ago when we ran mad, painted everything tangerine, sluiced wet rainbows on storefronts?

maybe we spent a day in bed naming each of your lovely ribs after greek deities. maybe meilichios was the one they stole off to the laboratory to create woman.

maybe it doesn’t matter anymore.

can you recall?

can you call?

this dial-tone cicada in my ear, it’s...

well, what he taught me, your honor, was that the color grey is a myth.




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