outer dew
Boys
Rudy went to boarding school like me,
still as tall and strong as he was before.
And still just as soft as the baseball mitt he sweats on.
Mike used to run after me in the hallways,
slinging an arm around my shoulder when he caught up.
Now, I hear a steady tune when I visit his bedside.
Ryan was cute as long as he kept his round glasses on,
but since he got contacts,
he looks like a businessman that missed his stop on the subway.
Theo carried my backpack when it got too heavy,
but I forgot to mourn with him. Last week,
I sent him a novelty t-shirt after spilling cherry coke on the old one.
They fall through me like stained glass.