nick mcgee chokes on the can tab and dies.
and so what are the consequences of that for me?
me who I am the one who looked him in the eyes.
coughing and coughing eyes, trying to cough out the cap.
some coughs, did it seem they pushed the throat-metal back,
further in.
white claw tab
that this girl Kira put in, thru the
open hole of nick’s halfway drank white claw in his hand.
nick noted it when it happened and said What what?
Whydjoo
put that in theree. a energy of Jesus Christ Kira.
nick still takes sips but with tight lips.
the circles of talkers shifts in bits but it is still
the three of us on the white popcorn pimpled rooftop flooring,
surrounded by rich friends of Yofe in new white linen.
Then it’s Hack Ho-k, Hawk it out Nick McGee but he can’t,
no sirens and it’s not pourin rain,
it is just us with
wet fingers and a dead friend on the ground.
Yofe went downstairs to be the one who buzzes them in.
We are figuring out
with wet fingers and words
to let Nick lie until they come.
meanlegsandjam 