Please remember to scavenge the wrappings from your armoire, fill a casket with the heavy children of letters and leave him as neatly as you found him, Like the time you carved a silhouette from rusted foil, pasted it to the one window the sun never touches, and kissed it with the hem of your sleeve until the glass bled with soot, and I imagine the mascara clinging to your cheekbones like glaciers, watching sunsets from the edge of the world, and never looking
I want to call you North So when the wind blows my way And the storms come in I have someone to blame I want to call you Orange So when I write a poem about you And the rhythm doesn't work I'll have an excuse not to rhyme I want to call you TwentyFour So when the days get too long And the minutes stretch on I can count off the hours 'til you I want to call you MyDog So when I say hes missing And put up wanted posters People will think Im still sane I want to call you Supercalifragilisticexpialidoc