Go Back, My Friends

The crisis is we’re porcelain.
Go back to 1980-something.
Cheryl delivers a baby boy.
It’s embarrassing, how I mix
happy-for-you with my fears.
Go back. 2000-something.
Becky says it’s leukemia.
I’m losing it, I’m breathing
in &out, (again) re-living
the breaking, the chipping,
the living &dying
my friends &man.

(for Quickly)


6 thoughts on “Go Back, My Friends

    1. You know De, I’d just like to take a moment and tell you how much I appreciate you stopping in and giving me encouragement so much. I really look up to you as a poet, and with as many followers as you have it’s amazing to me how you can take the time for little old me. I appreciate you.

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