You died in an airplane crash last night while I was in deep sleep. I was sad but not ruined. A flight attendant in her earthly blues gave me a small green soft plastic nightlight with your name on it. I picture it still glowing about a foot off the hardwood floor of my bedroom. And this is how I remember you.
Circumscribed
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad
August 3, 2025
