Dream Brother

Twin seeds, planted in one long planter. Soon, a large landmass would stand between us. I wish I hadn't absorbed, from somewhere, that only the coasts mattered.


And here we are. So much between us, including life & water under the bridge. I miss New York but I'm not built to root there. Just to visit. I think there was a time in my life when going there could've propelled me. They would've "gotten" what I was doing. But that was a small window of time. Now it's over.


So much similar between us but so many parts of us different. And yet so much in common too. It feels like long ago but hey, obvious why we were pretty much "The Crayons" together. The queers in the 'burbs claw in the dark to find each other. Our absurd reads, endless summers and maybe the mystery trousers left in my trunk. Beach days, then you moved out right after we graduated. Things got tangible quickly. We did grownup things at 18 in a state where you didn't have to be adultified at that age. Or maybe you did. Aspirations could happen. 


Maybe right now you're writing me a letter from the other side of the mirror. But I doubt it.


I saw your page. You don't really want to meet new people, either. But probably for different reasons.


Life is weird. And cringey, racist, antiBlack, people are terrible and will hurt you but also things are full of beauty and possibilities. We find those nuanced moments in the spaces between. In the experiences that don't come from cookie cutters.


I hope you remember me here and there. Even by deadname. I don't know that your name could ever be dead. Too many flourishes.

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