Uncle and I
never so connected
a coming of age was on it's way
& the cancer came like the friendly neighborhood
garden snake
Maybe you had gone away for the same reasons
-That some things aren't worth dying over
& a portable love that meant questions never ended
& life never had to actually make sense
it just had to go on.
Uncle, I
wish you were here
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
Uncle and I
never so connected
a coming of age was on it's way
& the cancer came like the friendly neighborhood
garden snake
Maybe you had gone away for the same reasons
-That some things aren't worth dying over
& a portable love that meant questions never ended
& life never had to actually make sense
it just had to go on.
Uncle, I
wish you were here
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