fragments_like_holy_relics
blueberries for you
each
time
i
drive
up
the
oak
-lined strada
and
park
my
truck
in
front
of
the
statue
of
the
crouching
lion
,
you
come
out
of
the
balcony
door
,
arms
folded,
waiting
.
i
like
you
.
i
like
you
a
lot
.
i
always
have
a
question
for
you
,
so
in
the
time
it
takes
for
you
to
walk
down
to
meet
me
at
the
front
door
you
have
your
answer
.
today
i'm
wondering
about
1933
when
you
were
friends
with
edna
st
.
vincent
millay.
did
she
ever
base
a
poem
on
your
relationship
?
you
greet
me
with
silent
reflection
,
as
if
you've
been
sifting
your
soul
for
fragments
of
memory
like
holy
relics
.
you
had
it
memorized.
"
a
man
was
starving
in
capri
;
he
moved
his
eyes
and
looked
at
me
;
i
felt
his
gaze
,
i
heard
his
moan
,
and
knew
his
hunger
as
my
own
."
011027
...
camille
i
draw
a
circle
in
the
dirt
on
your
desert
grave
.
I
have
no
marbles
left
,
but
this
crystal
blue
glass
rosary
.
I
strip
the
delicate
chain
of
it's
beads
and
i
throw
them
into
the
circle
...
Ok
Grandpa
,
your
move
silence
.........
i
miss
you
~
011027
...
unhinged
the
things
about
my
childhood
that
keep
popping
into
my
head
;
i
came
to
the
realization
a
few
weeks
ago
that
i
am
no
longer
a
child
.
if
i
were
to
see
the
years
past
version
of
me
on
the
street
i
would
stop
to
make
weird
derisive
noises
as
my
innocence
passed
me
by
.
my
imagination
has
always
been
my
downfall
;
my
version
of
love
does
not
exist
.
real
love
is
dependency
not
an
idyllic
fall
afternoon
.
i
think
i
am
crazy
for
wanting
that
.
movies
are
so
fake
.
011027
...
B-Heeled
You
are
DOUBLE
crazy
if
you
think
love
is
dependance
.
Love
is
simply
Union
.
011027
...
unhinged
isn't
dependency
when
you
can't
function
without
something
?
011028
...
sabbie
your
smile
and
your
silver
metal
your
black
black
boots
and
your
pirate
hair
your
beautiful
face
cracking
into
a
grin
that
warms
my
very
soul
fragments
of
you
build
together
in
my
mind
like
the
most
exquisite
sculpture
011029
...
josie
Memories
of
our
Father
.
Images
that
float
around
an
altar
of
the
happy
times
.
Smells
that
linger
on
my
tongue
like
i'd
only
just
blessed
you
with
goodnight
.
Sacrament
after
sacrament
of
watching
you
lie
there
losing
your
mind
to
the
gods
.
Shards
of
stained
glass
pierce
my
palms
and
make
me
bleed
.
011102
...
unhinged
photographic_memory
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