Many dead friends were there to help
Mark looked remarkably good
You’d never know he drank himself into the grave
We paused for coffee—
Me and two ghosts
Having just moved a pool table
To the dark room of my boyhood
I recognized they weren’t living men
There was a blind man there, not me,
And he had a dog, not mine,
In the cafe
With red curtains
My twin brother
Who died at birth…
