I loved when you described him as
cool and spongey
my brilliant friend
don't forget my thesis
about Grenouille in Perfume
about art
my heart is heavy with
things I want to say
and remember
I'll leave it to you
to fill in the blanks
scales on the backs of my hands
from washing
don't forget the feeling like
stripped of pretense
stripped of the fallacy
don't forget the feeling of
listening to the birds for an hour
of sleeping enough
I'll leave it to you
to fill in the blanks
