Never ate so many stars
A benediction asking Everything, the only god I know, to take care of a friend I never held, and of me, and everyone else. Also a poem that haunts me, gently.

A benediction asking Everything, the only god I know, to take care of a friend I never held, and of me, and everyone else. Also a poem that haunts me, gently.
We lost two too many this week, at least. I want to tell you about my friend. Then a poem by Andrea Gibson.
What are we doing? Embracing each other as we are? Holding onto each other for dear life? The answer is yes.
We now conclude this brief mental break with a word from/for our friends and body.
I sat outside late one morning and saw a billion birds, now it's everyone's problem. Plus some advice for the shifting season, and a poem Molly sent me.