wouldn’t choose the bathroom,
unless they’re super considerate
and thinking of the mess.
I don’t know
if Mickey was thinking of Cobain
when he decided
Ocean City would be the last stop
on the road trip of his life.
I don’t know
what he was thinking
when he packed
that gun
and that shirt.
But the important thing is,
Krista now has both.
When the rain ends,
we take Mickey’s guitar
to the beach,
find a spot where I sat
when I was alive.
He plays
with trembling fingers
and a voice
rough from weeping
but stronger than before.
Others gather around,
in twos and threes.
Mickey takes requests,
but mostly he plays
our old favorites.