I’d seen via Facebook omniscience that he’d graduated, / and fallen in love, and maybe left Kansas, or Nevada. // But then he posts that he misses her. / Even modern medicine can’t stop a pulse from flat-lining.
Nothing. Bandaids for broken bones. Papercuts and pebbles in my shoe. How stars feel on a clear night, trickling pixels hand over hand over sky over sea over air, to me.
