For Jason Topper
When you decided to die
The earth hung headlong
from the sky, then fell choking.
Two revolving stars kissed,
and in the swirling friction
ate each other raw.
Everything homogenized
divided
when you decided to die
I turned my back to the sun,
I tried to imagine the grass
as your body, and then
threw it overhead
like funeral confetti.
When I’m dead, I’ll decide
whether to forgive you
for what you do when you die,
Or dissolve like an alkali
ghost into the digestive earth.