I was
one day short of heartache but now
I’m just two months closer to anything but shame
Because I feel no guilt that this-
is just as much poetry to me as the angst I pen
because
I listen to Ben:

“Blink seven times and you’re gone”
So I keep my eyes open with your arms
wrapped around me
laughing because I can hear your heart beat and
as much as that’s not funny, it is
your quite beautiful and

I’m bouncing around like the cracked neon lights that
hum above the dry cleaners where you spoke in foreign disguises.
I think I understand and when I can’t I re-read the angst I pen and
I listen to Ben:
“Don’t blink, you’ll be gone, he’ll be gone.”

So I keep my eyes open and smile at the thought that-
my twelve year old brother has more insight than any martial arts teacher could give.
My wise old man of a brother (or brotha)
likes you-(woohoo)
I like you more than a lot

“What’s your name?”
“Blink7”
“What kind of name is that?”
“You blink seven times and you’re gone…”

“I love you.”
“Yeah?”
“I might.”
“You might?”
“I do-I do”
I do