June 2012
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April 2012
4 posts
as children we played
cowboys and indianssneak attacks
and cavalrybullet wounds and
laughter-we died and
came back to life.now older, I immersed
myself in booksyou became lodged
in the pastyou walk the streets
without a fear in the worldplaying cowboys and indians
as we once didwith strangers
you’d never metbut this time, there were
bullets, but no laughterand you died but
you never came back to life.
those who have departed
from us know everything, things
we forgot, and will know again.
and when i heard this i dug
deep into the earth, a space
six feet down and buried myself—
so that i might know,
for the first time in my life
the essence and beauty
of breath.