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Memento Mori

Apéritifs: In the months leading up to the release of our book “A Single Throat Opens,” a collaborative lyric exploration of addiction, Meghan McClure and I will be compiling a playlist pairing songs with new writing to be enjoyed before the main course. Cheers, friends.

Misery is only one side of the story, and your story has a thousand sides worth examining. I’m sorry I didn’t study each of the faces you showed me when I was young. Your life is equal parts ocean and alcohol. Yet, I focused on the label wrapped around the bottle and didn’t think of the beauty of the curved, amber glass, the circular lip. I didn’t bother to taste the salt and sweat of your labor. I stood too often on the shore and waved as if I was the only one to experience farewells.

When your mother died you wrote poems. I’m the stupid boy who writes poems while everyone he loves is still alive. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. When you leave, I promise to write you a better silence.