999 Z90

all my friends
say she’s a ghost
but I once called her love
so she’ll always be alive to me
and we can apologize
and keep
our secret alive in our bodies
but we’re lying like thieves
and damn
it’s so late
I’d love her for a day
if she left tomorrow

but don’t respond
to my letter
baby
you can if you want
and I’ll think
I’m a stone
to be carried
or thrown

roses and daisies
maybe she wants
the memory to end
with feet straight up
like a corpse

I can break my back
my river