[old friends: a free(w)rite.]
upon dispatching the bounty hunters of memory, with the deep ocean sunk eyes dripping remorseful the pain of such nostalgic relapse, the folds unravel in the brain, thick gravel brick grey matter loses quick its elasticity and sets once again in motion the evacuation of tomorrow's dream & the ressurection of those lost in youth's mass exodus, their bus tickets long discarded, clothes outgrown in size or fashion.
our old friends vanish and reappear years later as caricatured versions of themselves, edited to fit correctly on the page
of wearied rememberence, former forms rescinded and replaced:
a former boyfriend transforms under his literary costume,
the tongue's studied words lift from page to flesh fitting themselves over his brow and coating him in Hamlet's armor,
or
parting his lips to recieve the Holy Body
of
Ginsberg
in a sweaty loft in San Fransisco after the sun has gone down, too-
in the amicable fissure that keeps each anchored upon her divergent shore
the flattened paper cut-out copies of two childhood friends
remain suspended in glorified graves-
a purgatory capsul where no fate is assigned,
& ignorance reigns omnipotent
over the frustration of severence,
a partition unforeseen in adolescence
while playing Pretend in the backyard.
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