Are Loyal

Okay part of it’s here. See it, I want you to see my brother, dead smiling in a red short-sleeved shirt, You look so much better I got through. How does time work for you? I can see where — when — I felt bad. Goes past. I’m not in it any more But this change hasn’t happened in time — a kind of before and after but no ... continuum. You look brilliant! I never let you down — he says — did I? It wasn’t possible,          Why not? Sisters and brothers are loyal, we are the primal particles. I saw how we connected to make a shape in the eyes of the beholder who chose it: But we are not that. What I see is free to change its outline. My story: the shadow of one. Why did I shrink into a story? It’s easier to talk as a person, but why? I guess we decided to, talking. Coyote throws the stars up into the sky.