desolate avenue

this a poem meant
to be written yesterday
resurrects to guess at
yesterday's word-vibe

um, it was lonely
enough, full of the
usual trips and takes,
plus a twenty second hug

which i know cause i counted
and soaked every instance
of with clear-minded appreciation
the smell and sway of your body

pressed close to mine no accident
no former precedent set for this
effusion of affection meant only
for our two bodies in tandem relief

all this before i knew the darkness
of a failing gun policy and a failing
social stigma and a failing community
all i knew before pain was your body