fok wil . . .

reads my word verification for posting comments to Sisyphus Walking sittin' in a cafe this morning

I laugh out loud

Yes this means I am human

& well-read

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grieving the death of a stranger's sister at 1:20 pm yesterday afternoon
I don't know the time zone
I cry a lot
what I didn't cry for my father
2:20 pm
in the spring
thinking of summer
if there was a brilliance
Godlike on a sun-struck afternoon
burned
indelibly
into someone else's
strange life
estranged
in an afternoon
death on
a sister
I imagine
a sister
I don't have
I've lost my touchstone
she writes
from a place never seen
but touched
from death on