Tuesday 108: Remembrance

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“I run like all the other men, chasing my shadow down alleys.”
-Cheswayo Mphanza



In the beginning you cut the town into its hallways and roads, its wind
and open windows, a town

like any, where you’ll remain now, here in the beat car in the plain woods,
remain here in a youth that suits the you I saw, you

of side streets and wild grass, magnolia, dogwood, and sycamore blossoms
and dull houses carpeted in diffuse and solemn spring,

joking like a porch and the gravel under it, too young and wet like
a sidewalk pleading, a body I’ll leave

between you and the buried, a rush of skin, blood in the veins, an eternal pressure somewhere in the mix, like a friend, muttering everything

that now is the case

Memorial donations for Chris Eddleston may be made to the Boston Music Project at bostonmusicproject.org