he would've been in his early 30s
he has a sister, mother, baby mama, son two aunts, four nieces and nephews. i don't know who he whispered, "I love you.", to. i do not know who whispered, "I love you.", to Bryan, in the end... nor do i know the color of their eyes. i believe bryan's, were green, if memory, serves. he was a ginger, kid. freckles freckles, here and there. freckles freckles, everywhere. this, would b the boy, who's shyt, i cleaned in waves and currents, hand and knees, between dry n not so dry, heaving, to keep my friend, from having to see what his son, had done. worth it! Bryan, was a good kid. don't always have to witness it, to know it goes on.
we tried to get Bryan, to come to us. he wasn't ready. it's been a year, or so, but truth b told... even though the son of a bitch (you'd have to know the mother, to appreciate this) was hitting on me, in his letter, from the pokey- i kept it. he had drawn some of his art, on the pages. he knew me better. i knew him better. it was code, "i know where to find you... when i am ready"... it was his way, of pushing me & g away- so he wouldn't hurt us. 90 miles... I'd have driven, infinitely, further.
and still... Jimmy's ashes, dangling... must b the hundredth time, I've given his daughter, my address, and we gotta pretend, now, is the appropriate time, to deal with this... my wants... sigh... imma guess, there's a 200mi drive request, soon to follow... in trade for ashes, I'll never see. y'all know... i will do, whatever they ask of me, that doesn't put anyone, n harm's way. didn't say i wouldn't resent it ;P . millennials... whatcha gonna do.
he beat his kids, though... i know he did... and i met his father
i knew Jimmy
i know his people
i know exactly where he came from
humans
and i know what i would not say of the dead
which made these people
thisand thattaway
