Friday, August 11, 2017

Elegy for Dave Russell

What makes a life worth living. Too young to run the country. We pride ourselves on being civilized. The red right hand. Cosplay: Hellboy, Buddy Jesus. More or less is not the same. How much, he asked, do feet weigh? Wheels. Behind a counter, sketchbook. How do I describe this loss? August is the saddest space. A small cut, deepens. Gentle, sweet through the air. Sailed away. You can draw a straight line. Asks to be loved.

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