when i was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by. / pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side. / i wanted to go out like you, swim with the fishes that he caught on rhode island beaches. / but, sometimes, it's just not your time.
it’s like he would take a photograph of sam, & the photograph would be beautiful. & he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. if i took it, i would know that the only reason it’s beautiful is because of sam.
behind our house in the marshy lawn, he'd always hold my head under the water a little too long. / ’cuz he wanted me to be all guts, no glory. / “all survivor, no guilt” he said.