a timeline of the good things

the first night he was the tall friend of a guy and I noticed and that was that the real first night he was the tall guy who I semi knew and who I stuck with when the party died “you’re chill as fuck! let’s exchange numbers?” the club going and not really expecting anything […]

2 days later, 6:08pm

from that night, I want to remember, if nothing else, this: JKm is lying by my left side; I am sitting with my knees drawn up. we are thinking, independently, of the last year. I turn my tearful face from the sky to his. we look at each other, bare. open, for the last time. we both […]