>be me >scorching February morning >Beahtreez Veetairboh just died >imperious agony, no sentimentality, no fear >walking through Plahsah Consteetooseeon >notice they changed the cigarette ad on the iron panels >this pisses me off >realize the universe is already moving on from her >this is just the first change in an infinite series >oh god >the universe will change but I won't >melancholy vanity hits different >know my devotion used to exasperate her when she was alive >now that she's dead I can obsess over her memory >no hope but also no humiliation >kinda pathetic but it is what it is >remember April thirtieth is her birthday >decide to visit her house on Gahrye Street >greet her father and cousin Carlohs Arhenteenooh Dahnehree >it's the courteous thing to do >irreproachable act >probably inevitable anyway >emeffdoubleyou I'll wait again in that cluttered little room >study all the details of her portraits again >Beahtreez Veetairboh in profile, colors so vivid >Beahtreez masked at the nineteen twenty one carnival >her first communion pic, pure and solemn >Beahtreez on her wedding day to Rohbairtoh Ahlehsahndrah >Beahtreez after the divorce at some Eepeekooh Club luncheon >Beahtreez in Keelmess with Dellyah San Markooh Porsell and Carlohs Arhenteenooh >Beahtreez with that Peekingeez from Veeyehgahs Eyeehdoh >Beahtreez full face and three quarter profile, smiling >hand on chin >that eternal gaze >at least now I don't have to justify showing up >used to bring modest book offerings >finally learned to cut the pages >months later they'd still be uncut >she never read them >emeffdoubleyou
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