the dead friend you are thinking of
says the sky’s no longer the limit

inside there are good spaces
between us you wanna press

the green button on your existence.
that is what he would have wanted:

to arrive. one day you will awaken
barefoot under a leafy blanket

in your dress shirt & blue tie
and he will live inside your eyes

the way ants share summer
crumbs

(originally published in indicia lit, Summer 2022)