we_lose_so_much raze every detail your diary documents from a day in june twenty-four years in the rear_view_mirror is a revelation to me. the phone_call designed to stir our supine host from his slumber. the pillow-made pockmarks on his face when he stumbled onto his front porch, head still heavy with dreams. our walk to the dollar store to buy cap guns for the scene in which we were to be blown to pieces. the improvised show tunes. the baffled stares from passing strangers. in the moving_pictures my mind has made of the days we spent together, your face fails to appear in a single frame. it's poetic and more than a little painful that i could somehow misplace someone who would go on to become one of the most important people in my life. i won't lose you again. you've tunneled too deep into me to be forgotten now. 251124 what's it to you? who go blather from