what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

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April 22, 2016


your name embroidered on it

--Sarah Galvin

There will be a meteor shower at 3am,

this Kate Bush album is good,

Nick, who I sort of knew, died yesterday—

I tell you anything.

I told you when a guy in Pioneer Square 

yelled at me, “Someone just 

died back there!”

I heard sirens

Then he added, “Ya got a nice butt!”

I could think of 

no better response to death.

I told you that when Nick died I pulled his old bag, 

embroidered with his nickname, “Fingers,”

from under my bed and cried, 

thinking of a painting he made 

of a refrigerator with a forest inside it.

I told you the lace of peeling gray paint

surrounding an electrical meter

which no one else would notice but you

made me feel like a moderately-priced car 

rattling from outrageously

loud, clear speakers.

All these words would be depleted by your absence

like the word “Fingers” on that bag

I could walk around complimenting strangers’ butts,

except “butts” would mean something different if you died

and so would “compliments.”

I wouldn’t know what to pull from under my bed

or put back.



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pilder said...

i was the last person on earth to learn Fingers passed. fuck fucking facebook. i said no thanks to that shit when i learned Alor passed via facebook. this photo haunts me but not like it did. not in the same way. and when I read this poem in City Arts today tonight it all came around. his name embroidered on it. FINGERS

Posted April 22, 2016 08:46 PM | Reply to this comment

. said...

The mtn in the refrigerator is mt rose, sits between Lake Tahoe and the Reno Carson city valley. When I saw it one Friday evening at waleg I turned to fingers and asked if it was mt rose. He told me it was. We then then talked about riding the Tahoe rim trail and swimming in the lake at the end of the day. I said I didn't know he was an artist, he replied "I think all messengers are artists" myself and my girlfriend at the time, b, were riding the Tahoe rim the day before he died. From the top of my rose the sky anything but blue, the clouds were colliding violently and a storm was brewing.

Posted April 23, 2016 09:09 PM | Reply to this comment

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