Oat Milk and Cranberry Juice

The madness of many minds hides beneath you dear

spices and soft cotton and ripe peaches too. I have never seen you eat a peach.

But how my imagination booms! with the juice dripping down your shining lips and I hope to all things

you never hide those freckles on your skeleton and your shadow full of peach juice.

“Holy grail head, deep forest fed”

The radio echoes beyond me. I could watch your love for years

after I’m gone as a ghost free to roam. O blessed curse!

O the way you sit dearest! The way you hold your cup of coffee with two hands!

The world will miss you while you sleep skull candle of beeswax. Sour lime

chasing the bitter tequila shot we all took when we entered this world.

The willow tree you see in your dreams will be yours, the beachfront

the jalapeños the oat milk the cranberry juice we will squeeze from your heart.

That night at Willi’s Wine Bar the owner autographed your copy of an Immovable Feast.

Life will be like this for you. Your name written in wine.