AUGUST 10
morning Bruce

I saw you last night

the you that used to be intertwined with me,

517 Apt 4 vanished about the same time I let her go,
but I had to bring us both out
to vote
yesterday, I felt the volunteers seeing double

“him.. or her

names are a
loaded container,
one that I didn’t have the time
to unpack at 8:05

it’s hard to watch
you change,
you held
her last days
with the grace of a
morning’s sunrise

dependable
and
inspiring

but
I also
remember
parts of you
crumbling,
I …your
her my past

present in
​fragments

and
​here

in thought
JULY 21
Bruce,
do you
think if my back
is to the
clock that makes
me neither
​in the
past
nor
future

I’m with ya, a re write starting
here

those archives are heavy,
and these water drops
in the puddle in front of me are lighter then the
​future’s flood of possibilities

good talk, see ya now
JULY 11
Adam,

You feel familiar

maybe we can skip
intros while you process
— I feel mine
is being rewritten,
written

her though,
she’s gone

it reads
different
coming from
​you,
JULY 6
hi Bruce,
my name is Adam.

​This is a lot to explain,
or more
​so a lot to process

I met
Cristina at the tail end of 2019.
She was driven.
And she was exhausted

She was also
so patient,
with me especially

I was shy |

I know
she’s since left.
However, and
I’m caught off guard
to feel,
only
inspired

I work across the
street from you.
In meeting 2 years ago,
I acquired all her archives

I’ve spent a lot of time
with them--
organizing and
reflecting

this clock
pops up often,
she had a clearer
perspective in
her shots

I’m spacing
out a bit,
again,
another thing she was so patient with me on

until next time,

​-
Adam
JUNE 14
yesterday I felt hopefulness,
​not optimistic, but rather
content with my inevitable
state of vulnerability

your literal
name has vanished,
but I feel your sight
grounded in what I was
before and understanding of what
I’m becoming

maybe when the fences are gone,
that boy across
​the street will
befriend me he looks at me similarly
​as you did

until then,
all my best
-
​Bruce
JUNE 13
tonight I pretended
you were the boy from across the street

present

and watching
this with me

the briefest
Goodnight, only to wish
the deepest rest

until the
morning

-
Bruce

… ?
did you know it’s
going to be
95 degrees tomorrow

okay,
my best

good
night

-
Bruce(again)
JUNE 12
C, can I call you that?
maybe it’s me..
your old name,
or your name
I ​mean..

I was just thinking
about these fences around
me this morning

and summer,
that’s it’s happening
all at the same time do
you remember those tiles--
the light and
​dark blue
ones with the yellow details

…
JUNE 10
Cristina, I didn’t recognize
myself today
I’m near a fourth
taller then the
​electrical poles in the alley

I recalled a
memory today though your friend,
​the one that calls me by name

I read it for years,

on letters—typed,
written; but
to
hear
it
out
​loud



I’m restless
tonight though,
​or foggy maybe

good night friend,
or good
morning if you
​find this at the start of your day,
either way,

​the best to you

-
​Bruce
JUNE 9
Cristina, that boy I mentioned
he reminds me of you—it’s the way

sorry,
I’m
distracted...do you remember me casting such a big shadow on 5th street?
it’s bleeding onto the
sidewalk just
touching that
​Juiced! sign

..that boy
appears to be looking at the
shadow too—he’s taking notes
it’s funny, he’s exactly
​kiddy corner of where
you used to sit after a run

I remember
​those well today

​-
​Bruce
JUNE 7
​​Cristina,
I’m sorry—I’m forgetting
our interactions

here.
I recall your surprise
at a raccoon on the roof…
because I wondered today
​where they are this season
There’s a new boy
​across the street.
​I notice him looking
up at the cranes
everyday
before sunset
It taste
like Glad Tupperware
from a home
​I don’t recognize. It reminds
​me of you…

​-
​Bruce