LETTERS TO THE DEAD: NINE
ETTERS TO THE DEAD: NINE
Kevin: (1952 – 1993)
Last time you were in Kentucky there was an earthquake.
Imagine, you came 2500 miles from that ever-shaken California
to be greeted by cup chatter, glass rattle & chimney fall.
Wherever you went things seemed to be on the move.
I never knew that Reebok made a sneaker called METAPHORS ™
I also never knew how many letters could be stuffed into a shoe box.
There must be a hundred correspondences between you and mom
in that aptly named cardboard container now on my writing table.
You were assiduous in your writing, quotidian, yet truly eloquent
in addressing the hard truths of dealing with an HIV positive life.
The hour is growing late. I have so much to say but it can wait.
We have the rest of my life. Even before aids you were drifting
towards Buddhism, so I will close with a ditty from the book
“Stick Tight Man.” Your brother, Jim ********************************************************
Buddhism
how much easier
than a blood stained swatter
it is
to come gently
to the door
and slowly
open the screen
to let the fly
find a way out
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AwESoMe as always…
…. another diamond!
Honest, real and wonderful.
Love Buddhism – – the older I get the more mercy I see in its teachings.Thank you for sharing.Bruce
I am akin to him in the regard that I pulled onto the shoulder of the road to let a bee out today. I like this poem immensely.
wow just came across these “letters” so glad i found them.
The tenderness of your regard, Jim, and of the bond between your brother and your mother, which your potent words bring into the world for the rest of us. A marvel.