you made The Catskills sound like a second home
the way you spoke of traveling,
and showing up unannounced in corner mountain bars
upstate appearances
and growing up at hardcore shows in Brooklyn
I hear The Warsaw gets a little weird
with sketchy dudes, sketchy arms in the air
you wanted to smoke in the rain
before the night evaporated
under both our mid-life bedtimes
and the last of our words dried off
in the April dark