Between Two Whiles

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For Josh

I ate a miniature package of SweeTarts today.
Contained were three purples,
And thoughts of you.
How much you would have hated
Each, just alike, equally disappointing

I realized how I love,
Have always loved being the one
To eat them for you.
A chosen’s privilege
Fleeced as small sacrifice.

I miss you brother.
Who made me stronger
Letting me right the plum wrongness
Of minutiae.
Sacred saccharide.

I wish I had again a handful of oranges and pinks and blues
to flout in cheery recompense
the wine dark threat of being.
I’d offer them to you
in artlessness, with all
the sanctity of little sweaty palms.