Dear B. I miss your musty
leather-bound, books and basement
Grandpa wood, your generalized knowledge,
car and tennis court your creek.
I’ve been thinking about homes and hovels, holing up
How do I say “radical kindness” and actually mean something?
Dear B., I think your politics are naive but I
love your figurines, and clocks, your walnut bowl.
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