she will always be gangster,
my older cousin,
teaching me about NYC,
supporting my weird art.
I miss her and wish I would've spent more time.
every song is a prayer,
and over Facebook,
through these times,
I am crying tangible tears.
Memorials are supposed to be in person.
doing our best
to remember a person
who was better than
past tense in every sense.
We are all far from the souls we ache to be.
all we can do is go home
in our hearts
to the family that
started it all.
Family is not just blood.
more because of memories,
more because of mountains,
and in the belly of the moon
we keep believing.