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Leslie

Updated: Apr 23, 2020

A radioactive mountain range

A strange arrange that had you estranged

An isolating landscape expanding across your body

Did you no favors, made your body gaudy and soddy

Exclusivity dawned by white cotton gloves

Like two handheld doves, but a barrier to love

Stay away from her, who knows if it’s contagious

To spend time with her my lord it’s outrageous

We sat together in third grade how could I betray

My feelings

You were so kind and I liked you. But that feeling couldn’t stay

Years later in high school we reconnected

When I asked how you were, you said infected

To the transplant of bone marrow

Your body’s mind was too narrow

Rejected, neglected subjected

To all kinds of shit

But was I describing your classmates

Or the horrible disease

We could be at Stony Brook together today

Instead I remember seeing the kids

Trying to keep fake tears at bay

Because after the night in the hospital

And in your room

After getting your high school degree early

And the first in your family so congratulations, surly

After the grad party at your house

With a chocolate fountain I remember you were proud to announce

Your body mind and heart gave up

But the kids, to the funeral alone they showed up


They’d missed a decade of you

maybe two


Then they hugged me 10 feet from your coffin

Man I wished that I saw you more often

Regret, and I fret

Because the decade I missed I will never forget

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jennifleur
jennifleur
Apr 02, 2020

Nicely written but hurts to read.

I've only said about three words to Leslie, I remember her so clearly. She was sweet to me when I was in third grade and you were in class together. It felt good that she, as a fifth grader, would speak to me even when I was so low in the non existent but very real at the time "elementary school social pyramid" - this, of course, being well before my troublesome phase of disregard for any form of hierarchy.

I am sorry for your loss. She lives on.


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