your Coit Tower apartment hangs on the edge of a North Beach cliff, teetering on
stilts. I want to walk from my favorite haunt, up Grant and stand in your uncompromising brilliance. Feel your lingering aura, your magic, your tenacity, your enduring restrained pain.

Diego sewed a deep thread & knotted an indelible infinity sign on your soul. A taboo tattoo, your sister his lover.

Intrigue wraps around your stiff countenance like a crown of thorns. I hope the exit was joyful. I agree with you, “nothing is more precious than laughter.”

And yes, I am convinced you will never have to return after your multi-color exit when they lit your cremation match.