AUGUST
I am grateful that August
is the month when things choose
to end.
A month of worst anniversaries but still
I always imagine green.
I think of him swimming down deep,
of him riding his motorcycle,
of his fist through the mirror
and also me.
I am grateful for August
because there are also good birthdays
and times we all drink milkshakes
remembering and toasting
and I no longer live alone.