MarkOfaHero

and youre not ready and you havent sat down yet but your roommates holding your hand and shes crying so sit down you must and his mothers trying to comfort you but then your heads pointed at the grooves in the wood flooring which was just installed this summer actually and youre looking through them for an answer of what you could have done differently and youre looking and looking and looking and just when you thought there was nothing his father reminds you theres some things and you think, if there was, why didnt you? sometimes someone dies and its still the day of, and youve told your closest. but you just you just dont know how to tel

One grain at a time Is how I treated our days together Each color of each grain I studied the Tibetan monks— Their deliberate lean over all that is The chants that made and moved stones With the authority of time The geometry that melded with song and soul To emerge in carefully placed vibrant pigment Colors that seared in vision What a blink or eyes closed in dream still saw Look away—they’re still there In moments of silence A ghost of something, but Bright shimmering Essence Deepest reverence All things Everything was there Each grain Each color Handled Placed—the math, the experience, the grandeur Intended t

Mona’s sitting there on the bus, right       + it’s like             ok, what are you smiling at, like, why’s your Monday morning lookin so much better than mine, girl?    + she’s all like: I’ve been walking through this river for a month and all I can see is the milky way above me, through the trees’ leaves and their trunks, even the river has slow warm galaxies and black holes and pulsars swirling around my calves like I’m here. When I dip my fingers in I get dawn all over them like the light already spidering up my ankles and my calves are glowing, and my femurs have started now too. I can fee

My brother-in-arms, So brave was your heart. So lively were your eyes. A coin for Charon. Your soul he would carry. The fire lit up the skies. * My brother-in-arms, So brave was your heart. Warlike were our black ships. But you, from now on, Are breathless and cold. The Myrmidons were under your lead. * My brother-in-arms, So brave was your heart. The walls of Troy stand still. The winds whisper prayers, But gods never care. For vengeance the winds now scream. * My brother-in-arms, So brave was your heart. The gods conspire and slay. We all would be lost In dark Hades’ Halls, But immortal will be your name. * My brother-in-arms, So bra