the language of a lighthouse
since 1984
i’m feeling beautiful tonight thinking about it,, in red and every color
thinking of him like petals decorate the ground
lovers together and apart have spilled it into paper letters
143
her last words
143,, 2
my favorite text message from her
what i spill into virtual and paper letters
to my lover and my father
and now everybody we know
the things she asks me to remind her
and the things i ask her to remind me
the things we refuse to forget
the numbers we promised to spread like wildfire
when the only thing we can do is share what she shared with us
143
i love you
143,, 2
i love you, too.
