‘Look at the moon! It’s so beautiful...’
‘We should get a soda...’
‘Are you hungry? I’m hungry.’
‘My Mom & Dad are kinda crazy, all parents are aren’t they?’
‘I know it’s hot but we should turn the ac off and roll the windows down...’
‘Guys are jerks sometimes...’
‘I thought you were cute...’
laughing ‘DONT UNTIE MY SHOES!!! YOU SILLY!!!!’
‘I wanna go to Europe someday...’
‘You read too?!’
‘I had SOOO MUCH FUN!!!’
‘You like me? Really? Aww Eric....I like you too...’
‘I don’t want this night to ever end.
‘I don’t want to go home...I want to stay with you...’
‘Look at the moon...it’s so beautiful.’

July 17th 1999
It was a Saturday
Humid night
You had a white t shirt on
I remember everything you told me that night
Even if I don’t remember
Anything I said

It’s from 1981
My dad was 32
I must’ve been 3 or 4
I keep it on the bathroom mirror
Both of us
Smiling
The guy who tried to
Put my mom in the trunk
Drunk
As he was
Who showed up late
On Saturdays
Sometimes never at all
Called my sisters
Mistakes
I should have a picture
Of my mom
Who died for 30 seconds
When she had me
Fearless
Loving
Mother
Who gave all that she had
Or my sisters
Who grew up without a
Father
But had a daddy who put them
Down
Or maybe I should have a
Picture of me & my
Children
In the bathroom mirror
Instead of the man
I don’t ever want to be
But there he is
And there we are
Me at 40
And him at
68
Still vying for his
Attention

1000 friends
1000 miles away
That you’ll never meet
They’re more important
To you than me
From: Your child

At 10pm
We lie with naked skin
Together
Blue from the moon
She tells me
He yelled at her
Threw stuff at her on
Tuesday
‘I told him that he just threw away
‘All of his ‘I Love Yous...’
She says
As she gets up
Walks to her clothes
‘So he’s at zero?’
I ask
She nods yes
&
Comes over for a kiss
&
It’s passionate
&
I whisper in her ear
What she doesn’t want to hear
Leaves with tears
He gets off at
Midnight
And it’s
1-0
Me

And on his deathbed...
He’d said his goodbyes
To his family first
His colleagues second
And finally his college roommates
And cronies
They asked him of any wishes
Anything left unsaid
‘I’ve always wanted to see...
‘Niagara Falls...’
Gasping for air
In the middle of the night
Found them placing
Their friend in a barrel
And putting it into the raging waters
And over the side it went
His death ruled a
Suicide
It’s good to have literal friends

There should be a
Hello **** Poetry
Site
For soccer moms
Basement dwellers
Gothers
And those who
Think they can write

‘This is how we feel...’
Is what I’ll hear
But I’ll tread without fear
Take my time
To rhyme
For about 80% of my poetry
Is **** too

Ask my exes
My 2nd year creative writing
Teacher ms Larson
Would agree
‘Your Words go nowhere Eric...’
Except to
Hello **** Poetry