Marshmallow

Rain today, it

Soaked my shoes and my

Bones.

White feet in a

Hot sink always

Makes me think

Of you.  And who

Will hold my hand

At the filmstore?

The funeral?

Mmmm … that laughter,

Sweet syrupy salve

On my

Tender knuckles,

Murders sleep.  And

Sleep, wicked thief,

Murders you.  And you

The clouds

That cry for me.

Yet, be

Still.  As silently 
I await

Your death, you

Must also hold your breath

For mine.

Until yonder red

Fern reaches the 

Marshmallow

Where you swallow

Chocolate milk and sunshine,

No pills, please.