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    • Andrew Kim

    Posted on | September 12, 2005 | 2 Comments

    Andy was a firefly
    collecting teardrops from the ether
    to water marigolds
    gift-wrapped in a Perrier bottle.

    Andy was lavender
    raising his arms heavenward
    to photosynthesize
    sunshine and God into aromatic energy.

    Andy was a blue finch
    singing the melodies we buzzed to
    in Schapiro Hall honeycombs
    on 116th and Broadway.

    Andy was a prophet,
    a palomino of pure gold,
    who broke the seal with sunflowers
    and spirited me from my tomb
    to snow pillow-topped pastures on silent nights in the Quad.

    Andy was the man I should have married
    when I had the chance
    but everyone said girls like me
    don’t like guys like him
    and we believed them.
    They were wrong.

    Andy was the person I always wanted to be.

    Andy was a butterfly
    cocooned in a cubicle on the 93rd
    and crushed in the name of God
    on September 11th.

    For Andy (1975-2001)

    Category: a musing

    Comments

    2 Responses to “Andrew Kim”

    1. Anonymous
      September 14th, 2004 @ 10:40 am

      …and then i think,
      maybe they had it backwards
      –verbal dyslexia–
      and it was supposed to be
      guys like him
      shouldn’t like girls like me.

    2. simplemind
      September 15th, 2005 @ 7:55 am

      Constantly looking at what is lost does not give you the strength to forget, but it gives you the chance to overcome, to grow, to become. Become who you know you can be and you will be. It must be the lesson. One must learn to rationalize chaos.

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