In high school my popular friend died in a fire

I finally got to share something with the cool kids

and that something was grief, and the struggle

to feel right in the face of it. The playoffs started

we all wrote K.R. on our game shoes

and got killed in the first round


Or like


In the final days before graduation

my college roommate broke his neck

We’d been tight, as freshmen, but it’d been so long

and now in recovery here was this yawning gap

between him and me and the kind of friend

I decided he needed, thought I could be


Or like


Bombing the hill through the back half

of my 20s, freshly in love and riding the rush 

of getting paid real money for something I made

I fell off my skateboard and onto my head

and woke up weeks later having lost what

would turn out to be the next 5 years


It’s like


Sometimes a sinkhole just opens up

swallows whole the paltry life on your list

Wherefore the crux when the borders be in flux?

Your happy place becomes defined by insufficience

and even your big plans are like hey, we suck

What used to be the whole point no longer is