Azos

 The last time, the last time-

I wrote. it 

Didn’t come out, come off

Right-

Left what is left? Give up? no-

No.

Pink dress.

Covered in stars!

Not as frilly as you’ll remember. 

Fur around her boots.

But her 

Hair,

Two puffs

Two puffs 

Latina face,

But she she intergalactic! 

Not from here, not one of us-

No…

Do not write about…

Birthday girl.

Happy-

Not  no don’t.

But it makes-

Happy.

you brought me joy,

A creep-

But your energy,

You’re 

full Of life-

Dancing…

Well,

On behalf of

The creeps,

Live!

Give beauty.

You wave goodbye 

 I Wave back.

You 

Will 

Never 

Know there is a poem 

About You-

Everything I needed to say 

I said to you 

Myself.

The poem lives

As you

Give life:

There is more beauty 

in the world tonite, ours.

Hoping to get to hers.