... like a blanket
made from cotton...
You were a great man
You just had a problem...
I run
too quickly...
Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...
I
Four hands on a plump belly...
I wake up
the weight of the day heavy...
I never met my two grandfathers.
You can say I was born a grand-orphan...
I don’t have space
for grief...
Staring at your beautiful lifeless body
Laid so peacefully in the casket...
Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...
The smoke
looked fascinating...
We still play
hide and seek...