Friday, April 9, 2010


My son loved lasagne
and his Polaroid camera,
writing music,
and playing it,
writing books and essays.
What he didn't love was life.
I'm making lasagne today for his 31st birthday.
I didn't make it for his 27th,
even though he half-heartedly asked me to.
I talked him into something else,
because of one of the family members.
I didn't know he would be gone a month later.
I won't make that mistake again.
Happy Birthday, Joshua.
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