Jeffrey Scott is still his name
assuming that he hasn't grown tired and
useless from adding to my past.
He called today,
because it is one AM,
to say "hey"
and hear it's weakened echo.
Called to ask if I was
in love
yet
and to make sure I was using rubbers
because
he
hadn't.
Scared of
dying
alone now he
talks of
Elton, his bedevilment of local, and
city of the saint
Francisco.
Asking if I
remember his face
when it is
all I can
see.
 

~Jan Brian Vis