that when he turns
to look straight at me,
not through me,
there’s a dent
in his skin.
“Thank you.”
And then.
(Uh-oh.)
He starts to cry.
I haven’t seen this
since the night I died.
I don’t know what to do.
But Krista does.
She kneels before him
and takes the guitar from his lap.
He sinks forward
into her arms,
adding his tears
to the water from her hair
speckling her new shirt.
They cry together
for their
loved,
lost,
dumb
brothers.
Kurt Cobain
didn’t die in the bathroom,
because he died on purpose.
Anyone with a plan