By Ben Purkert
A week apart, our birthdays
formed a bridge. They always fell
at the best time: snow over flowers
like thoughts scattered suddenly
over the phone. You want to know
his name? He was the beautiful friend,
the loudmouth, the one whose voice
shook the walls until the...
formed a bridge. They always fell
at the best time: snow over flowers
like thoughts scattered suddenly
over the phone. You want to know
his name? He was the beautiful friend,
the loudmouth, the one whose voice
shook the walls until the...


