dear friend

(July 2022. Hot Sulphur Springs, Colorado. A fun little throwaway poem written for you.)

dear friend

this is literally for you
no matter who
this is still true:
all my friends are one friend
and i am that friend
and i am the shadow of others
and the light

i just wanted to update you on how it goes being me at this moment
you see, your shadow was watching
and i wanted to share us with you

i am shitting,
well not anymore,
now just hear to sit
and squeeze out these words

i haven’t been shitting well lately
since the stomach bug after rainbow
and today i ate mostly glazed donuts
so i deserve this shit

i smoked and snorted ketamine for this
for the hot sulphur springs
i drove to again on a whim
from kremmling again a year later

i pooped to pass the time
as the lightning storm passed
with the mountains
from striking distance away
until they let us in the water
which, now in my bus, an hour later,
has still not happened

but don’t worry past me
the storm passes
and the hottest spring is heaven
as the sun sets through us
in outstretching our shadows

there is no such thing as a medium that is not social