Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Last week I clicked on the wrong thing in Thunderbird
which led to me buying a book of poetry written
by a dead friend
from an Amazon third-party seller
as you do.

The seller was a charity shop
that helps homeless people with HIV/AIDS and I told myself
she would have liked that.

The book arrived yesterday.
I didn't open it until this morning
and when I did, I found
it had been signed.

This is the time of year when I miss people.
People I loved dearly
and people I didn't even know all that well.

This week I will use my grandmother's measuring cups to make
Christmas cookies.

And I will hope once again that they serve Tab in Heaven
for AJ.