Someday I’ll
tell you the story
of how Brian
bought me
this Diesel
hoodie.
It doesn’t make
sense
and it’s not
going to.
No matter how
many ways you
try to wrap your
head around it.
People die. They
all die.
And I remember
it all
so well. You look
good
in black things.
Antiqued things.
Gatherings.
A body shaped
like a bell.
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