condolences

pour one out 

offer living eulogies

because past me nearly fumbled current me

never mind who we used to be around

or entertain

half of that chaos was on us

condolences to anything we ever internalized

from the rasp in our voice

the fullness of our lips

spreading of hips

we nearly withered under the weight of folks who never intended to water us

hold us and our complexities

sensualities 

be our soil

so we’re turning the earth over 

mixing starshine and clay 

inviting those who will sing libations

that we now lead 

in honor of the mes 

that have to return to cosmos