StarCat/CatStar

subsequent behavior. Grief.
When considering presence,
I’ve an algorithm
of purpose, orienting pattern a
practice from the childhood acquired atop the roof
of my stuttering. Alone
or exterior to the moment
momentum awakened, curious—
figurines of an hour’s cultivating
hands assist in forming environment
and the fallible origins unable
to purify air’s philosophy of
prolific meander.
When I speak about your
death I
am
untangling
breath from
the spine of
your cancer. I cannot rename
your steps or faith. And the ache in your
shadow
would never flatten or
fade into the dissipation of acclimated healing.
I knew you I
did not,
know you well (as you know) :
our conversations amid
holiday recreations and
distance shaped and etched