Thursday, July 16, 2009

10:56 AM

A eulogy for Salvadore's LoveKitten.

Your lips spew
the strangest of prayers on
your days off, but
what a shame it'd be if your grandchildren
never heard about
the time
you threw up
into a snowman, Sam. Maybe you didn't
consider this scenario, but I did. If you went mute
and deaf
and blind, decrepit and
grey years from now, years
past this moment in
the Kitchen of Moths, I'd tell them
with every detail afforded to me.

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