M. G.,
It was years ago in the A-frame,
beside a cold bachelor's lake
that was clogged with reflections
of raving burst-headed trees,
that we laughed as Jake threw up
the Genesee river in the midnight sink.
When you caught your breath
you told me how you had traveled,
how you'd found a woman and gone to her,
it was the most you'd ever shared with me.
But this letter cannot reach you, friend,
because Jake just told me that you died.
My head fills with the numberless times
I drove by your long-lawned house,
or knocked beers in a rampant yard
while fires fractured dull dark.
I consider that love is a terrible thing
when I see what it's done to my friends -
it didn't rise as sweet slow dough,
it wasn't a shyly signed valentine -
it was a Petri dish of troubled sleep
that bred malformed dreams;
it was a crocodile's jagged jaw-drag,
it was the dross of unwise prayers.
Well, hell: let this letter remind them all
of that barking laugh amid the stray pines
as Jake birthed a twilit river from his teeth.
Your Friend, Evan.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
M. G.,
It was years ago in the A-frame,
beside a cold bachelor's lake
that was clogged with reflections
of raving burst-headed trees,
that we laughed as Jake threw up
the Genesee river in the midnight sink.
When you caught your breath
you told me how you had traveled,
how you'd found a woman and gone to her,
it was the most you'd ever shared with me.
But this letter cannot reach you, friend,
because Jake just told me that you died.
My head fills with the numberless times
I drove by your long-lawned house,
or knocked beers in a rampant yard
while fires fractured dull dark.
I consider that love is a terrible thing
when I see what it's done to my friends -
it didn't rise as sweet slow dough,
it wasn't a shyly signed valentine -
it was a Petri dish of troubled sleep
that bred malformed dreams;
it was a crocodile's jagged jaw-drag,
it was the dross of unwise prayers.
Well, hell: let this letter remind them all
of that barking laugh amid the stray pines
as Jake birthed a twilit river from his teeth.
Your Friend, Evan.
