Poem. Groups.

I will remember this: that
was the winter I ate only brown rice or
met friends for deals in town beside the
beach on weeknights. And listened to
Iron & Wine which is not like Neutral Milk
Hotel I think to myself bc in college when you
first listen to Neutral Milk Hotel
or Elliot Smith
you still think I’m the only one.
There was a group of us. This
group we worked together
it was in a restaurant.
And we made light out of one
another by going dancing and
drinking and sharing our likes of
certain music, sushi or fancy shoes.
It was a cold winter, it was dark
and that is what we will say: we
made light out of each other. For
each other, for our selves. We
became good at showing up to
shine on the other from within.

Years later I will liken them to
other groups. A single member who
maybe I will run in to at the club this
weekend while dancing or maybe next
time I’m home at the grocery store with
a cousin probably not tho hard to say.
Groups I used to drink underage with
get high bum smokes or sneak out. Groups
I listened to Elliot Smith with or sat under
bridges with listening to ourselves sing
the whole ordeal of getting clean. Groups
once likened to other groups long
gone other groups I once lived beside
the ocean with went barefoot with once took
short cuts through alley ways with laid on
our backs in the sand together
groups that years ago in the summer
when we didn’t need to make light
joined me after midnight so we could swim.