Open Letters To Old Friends

Scrape away the how are yous

I miss you

Because there are a million shitty takes

And awesome things

Which I still want to turn around and share with you,

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without being destroyed by it

Because I don’t want to embarrass you,

With my boyish earnestness,

Or my belief that although there are points of resolute crappiness

And genial idiocy,

I’m still close to wonderful,

Amused and appalled,

By this world

But hold this close,

Some part of me serves you


And in time,

Of time

By time

I can still be stunned by your smile,

We were, and are surrounded by


But never to one another,


My book Until She Sings is out now.


Until She Sings


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