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Elegy for Terrence Tart

May 1, 2018

I see you now


only in memories of burnt


tire tracks and unshaven mugs


you are my favorite rusty thought



 


I can still smell your


Marlboros and Gojo soap


salted with oil and greasy shirts


I smell auto body shops at night



 


To hear your rumbly chortle


muffled by tar inside your ribs


would be the whitest noise


call me Cindy Lou Who, please



 


The taste of a secret Corona lime


snuck past mom’s and grandma’s eyes


rejoices still on my tongue, 11 years past


only the lime, Ambs. No sips.



 


I feel your tree-branch stubble still


planted on my widow’s peak


when you kissed me goodbye


I love you, Gootdegoot



 


11 years of hush

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