Ode to Friendship

Edgewater Beach, 2019

The night so warm I could fall in love

with anything

including myself. My loves. You are the only people

I'd surrender my softness to.

The moon so blue. And yes, what's gold

is gold. What's real

is us despite

a country so grieved, so woke, so death.

Our gloom as loud as shells.

Listen. Even the ocean begs.

Put your hands in the sand, my friend.

It's best we bury ourselves.

What's heavy.

What's heavy?

Becomes light.