new breath, black eyes, tiny life,
(
best friend
one step
removed by wife
two steps
removed by son
infinitely
separated by a gulf I cannot cross
alone)
a beautiful thing, now peaceful.
Both of us unable to survive
without
human touch,
community,
love
only I know how to fake it,
so my
slow death
(sped a step by his arrival)
goes unnoticed
(as birth is announced broadly)
I am become my own failure:
alone-
separated from the community
-because I am
alone.
my dying breath, my black tears, my tiny life.