~~ YOU ~~

You, my friend, are quicksilver and miracles.
You, my friend, are the space those miracles left behind.
You, my friend, are the sea in a jar.
You, my friend, are the midnight car racer who only wants to fly.
You, my friend, are the doors and cold moons in my mind.
You, my friend, are the passion and the brilliance and the bitterness
That remains behind in my soul
When all else is gone.

You, my friend, are breakfast and madness.
You, my friend, are the prince of this late summer institution.
You, my friend, are the air, clear as tears,
a soft medicine straight from the sky.

You, my friend, with your awe-inspiring smile
with your obscure wisdom
with your obsessions and compulsions
with your clean nails
with your barrier sweatshirt
with your rooftops and running
with your fear of germs
with your thick dark hair
with your knowing coffee-colored eyes
with your troubled past
with your thoughts of life
with your edge of fate
with your fresh laundry
with your hands of chess and stories
with your fear of heights and loneliness
with your darkness and your light
with your wish to summer camp with sad kids
with your mysteries and questions
with your triumphs and failures
with your newspaper lines
with your stories of home
with your parents and your family…

You, my friend, can’t see or hear
I am screaming inside my head.
If only you could see I’m with you in this madness,
I could let myself speak the truth,
but I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll scream,
and if I scream, I won’t be able to stop.

You, my friend, dance with the shadows.
You, my friend, speak to the sky.
You, my friend, see the truth and the lies.
You, my friend, are the shadow of my dreams.
You, my friend, are red.
I am red. Red. Blood red.
My friend, we are both blood red.
My friend, we are two flamingos on fire.