New Orleans blue. Next day
I found petals trampled
into the rug, a red-hot
combo stomping as they
soloed in your name,
not in grief but in joy.
All the people celebrated in these Otwituaries have, in some way or other, had an effect on me, positive or otherwise...
Give me the child until they
of things - the people you can
and cannot become, the man
in the boy, the woman in the girl,
enough for this or any world.