1000 South Ave, Rochester, NY 14620
A poem by Keegan Beamish
it’s okay if you go. this is me giving you
permission to leave.
i have the blanket that kept you warm late in October at the
lake. it’s on my bed now.
ill keep your wristwatch. the silver one, remember? you wore this even in the
hospital. your arms too thin - and it slid up near
everything that is yours is
safe. none of it is
it’s okay -
if it hurts you, you don't have to hold on