Untitled lists
White wifebeater
Mop-tops
Mullets
Sandwiches
Drugs
The first time
Two weeks ago
Last week
Probably ever again
Beside him in church
Every time he every cooked me anything
Over christmas break
The golden rolling hills
The red sun
The foodtruck with all the flies
My brother
Cicadas
My mothers piano
Driving to the city to the Indian restaurant where they know each of our orders
His old house
I can’t end this one.
The version of myself that can only exist there
Being alone
Being abandoned
Contracting AIDS
Going bald
Being a creative failure
The kindle
The box under my bed of everything handwritten
I got sober for it
The way we were alone
The way our bodies yin yanged into each other every time we were horizontal
My parents ask about him
The fact that i had to convince myself it wasn’t