01.01.04 - 10:59 p.m.

i felt like i needed to see where you died
like we needed to have a very one-sided chat and
i laid face down on the ground between you and
martin o'malley, beloved husband and father
to whisper that i thought you were the prettiest
boy in bellingham and possibly all of the state
of washington that i admired your sincere kindness and
always wanted you to teach me how
to play the harpsichord and when i heard
he told me offhandedly that they buried you in the belt
i made, navy blue with three white stars
and i was okay until that.



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