gargoyle 02/11/2025

dear reader,

with the conviction,

of the gargoyle you made me:

standing three inches off the ground on a stoop

watching

at the intersection

of north and western

where socialists are due to meet

that holds four pieces

of toolboxearth

(bon bon part time help wanted)

do you remember calling me at 3am on your lunch break?

do you remember the first time i said ‘dont call me dude’?

when you only had an answering machine

when you twirled my hair as you set up your first laptop

when the first person called you out on the street

when i took👏off👏my👏shirt despite there being families around

when you mentioned dinosaurs

when you continued to contest things i stoo(an)d for

when you stepped in a puddle

when you held my hair while i puked,

each time

when we sat

when we stood

and you

touched my arm to ensure i wouldn’t fall

and my word for you is keeper

with five steps between us,

as a universal gesture,

ps- this song just started playing. that's all- i don't even think of you that often.