Funny how little we know about each other
though we have so much flesh
in common
I’m sure I would like each of you
just as if I found people who loved consignment stores
dictionaries
salt in their rice pudding
you loved
what I love
and he loved
you
sometimes when he makes me laugh so hard
I wonder
do you miss him
perhaps you would like an update
he is happy
with an undercurrent of restlessness
that keeps his creativity
wet
but what I am trying to say is
thank you
all of those moments you shared
the intimacy and the sorrow
the alphabet postcards (I found them)
you are all collapsed into the mystery of his past
and somehow
perfectly
you landed him
as he is
beside me
not as a blank canvas
but a human being
the kinder
for having loved
you all.