photocopies

We were LOUD and DRUNK

and talking in the kitchen in the way that

LOUD DRUNK people do.


Your voice carried OVER the DIN

of VOICES  CLAMBERING

over each OTHER.


You HIT me

in the center of my CHEST

and I fell BACK from you.


You were ALWAYS

TOO cute for your own

GOOD, so I did


NOTHING. I dreamt about

your EARTHLY attributes

and let you BECOME


a memory PHOTOCOPIED

over and over AGAIN

until the IMAGE


has BECOME

a BLURRED and

UNRECOGNIZABLE mess.