so that you can see it coming
soon enough to take a second
to pore over words smiles gestures
moments you will never recover
the wisecracks on a tractor and his cowboy hat
the outrageous but true stories before bed
her hot chocolate y calabacitas en jocoque
the what happened to your nose
as it disappears into the cup and you look up to see his blue eyes
looking back at you with your nose in between his fingers
his smile during a three on three basketball game Sunday
the dunk touchdown big hit at the plate
the only good thing in baseball
instead it hits you as you watch:
the oxygen tank on his fragile body sitting on a hospital bed
the morpheme drip and her silence
the tube protruding from the back of his rib
the coffined lifelessness in the notre dame jacket you gave him two christmases ago
then again if it did,
would it make the blow
any less painful?
would the why didn’t i say this
or do that questions be answered?
would the aching memories
throb any less?
would the void in your life be any less great?
would your life be any less irreparably altered?
but maybe
just maybe
you might pay a little more attention if it did.
estoy desgranando 