this document has been examined by me and its contents are true to the best of my belief

Somewhere

a

flag will be flown, half-staff, for Hulk Hogan.

My sister

texted me at 02:12am to tell me her

cat has died.

I cry uncontrollably.

I've fallen in love with

something that has never

spoken to me tenderly.

In November

we shared an August moon together. 

Just me and him being true. Neither

one of us could write our names down

much anymore. 

In fact, if it weren't for a keyboard

telling lost lovers that I missed them

there would be no sense in

absence, anyways.

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

Your poem feels gentle but heavy, like pieces of real life put together.... loss, love, and small memories that stay with you. The mix of a flag, a late-night text about a cat, and sharing a moon makes it feel personal and true. It’s sad in a quiet way, showing how we hold on to moments and people, even when they’re gone, and how sometimes all we have left are words to say we miss them.

[h d e rushin]

thanks Ayesha. Poetry writing is hard when you have to factor in the moments you fail to forget. I love your reasoning. dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Hard to imagine the Hulkster is gone...we are losing so many of those celebrities from sports, music etc. now...But in some ways I wonder if we actually become closer to our pets than to anyone or any thing else in our lives.
And we poets do write about absence more than any other topic, don't we?

Everything you write is a gem.

j.

[h d e rushin]

During those years of "confessional Poets, like Plath, Sexton, and Lowell, absence was their theme because you can't have a confession without emptiness. Great idea for another poem, Jacob. We now have a bizarre thing called a ''pet cemetery'.
Imagine that? Thanks, as always, for stopping by my friend.