one has long hair
a dented smile
and reflective blue eyes he’s
a real-life version of a four-year old’s self-portrait-
Pencily, stick-figurey, and an infectious smile of innocence

two thinks with his heart
and channels it through laughter
a visual artist all the latter
skin like caramel
in the late summer
even etched in him are
tattoos of things that live

three is a bird
and my friends say that ironically
but i won’t
because he will fly
to the top of the sky
and will never look down on you

four is me