I did stand-up comedy
on my birthday,
which she forget,
or ignored.
I talk about the universe and me,
because I am afraid of death
and Zodiac signs are bullshit,
the face beyond the barricade.
Still choosing to make
memories and take a risk
rather than just get drunk
at a shitty, casual dining spit spot.
I loved your everything,
especially your collar bones,
even as my philosophy
soldiered through death.