the big picture is the boy
who ran through sprinklers in summer
who put make-up on and moved as a new person
who was a part of the world
whose childhood was a part of mine
and the twenty-four-year-old man
who said that he’d never become dependent on anybody
that he’d never grow old and allow sickness into his body
that he’d take life into his own hands
death into his own hands
end it once he’d reach his last page
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you put my wigs on
used my make-up
stuffed my bra that you put on you
and the world became a less horrifying place
you posed and walked around in high heels
as we did when we were children
becoming other people
chasing liberation in a different form
escaping home, escaping suffocation
you were the one who saved every single snapshot
of our family, photographs we’d never seen, never thought existed
truth capturer, you cared
there were things you wanted to remember
there is a way you want to be remembered
Croque-Melpomene 