elegy for shared alleles

contraband critters. gold in the sunlight. singe only the edges.

google tells me everything i need to know about your death. that hawk is on the fence again. all that remains are locks of your hair, and locks of mine.

because no one knows where we go. because you died on a Tuesday. because it’s Tuesday again. no, it’s Wednesday. because i failed you. because sorrow found me when i was young. because you were my music and now you are missing from me. because i don’t wanna get over you. because no one knows where we go. when we’re dead. or when we’re dreaming.