What can you say about
a friend you loved
as complicated as anyone can be?
He knew how to tap dance,
wanted to be a potter or a painter.
We would talk all day
His father didn’t understand gay
Didn’t like it.
Women loved him.
A handsome talker
wearing beautiful shoes.
A million lunches over the years.
He would describe. He would define.
I had a nun boss
a real nun Sister Ruth we would go
drinking together in Rye she’d give me
life advice. Secular Jews
needed more life advice than other people.
Write letters to everyone you know
she said. Especially if they die.
Tell them as much as you can.
Dear Evan I will write that letter to you.