summer sunrise and sweetgrass and all the words that start and end with S for Sarah who had a long face and walked into a bar with me and ordered sambuca because "it looks like cum when you chill it" one more year and it will be two decades since I heard her laughter wild and desperate and a little embarrassed
people do wring their hands when they worry not all, but some she was one of them she talked with her hands, too hands flying about in near frantic gesticulation and on more than one occasion bumping into my face, my arm, in the height of explanation
Sarah who drew little aliens with eyestalks and trees with big grinning faces who couldn't handle her liquor or much more than three beers who was innocent, angry and lost wicked smart, creative, hilarious kind and sometimes a bitch
I think I love her even more, now that I understand her better now that I understand myself there are days when she is so alive I could pick up the phone and call her just to catch up days when I see her living her grown-up life just like me days when she is there, silver-streaked with crows feet and her slender-lipped smile we got older, I tell her all of us we got older, but I brought you with me I didn't let you die young
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