for Larry

ashes and dust

you filter through
my fingers today into
the vast murky
blue below

i can remember
the sweatshirt you sent
from your New York show
i still have it, twenty
years later, i will never
throw it away

it's all i have
of you, that and pictures
of your panel and tabloids
after your death

i love that you always
spelled my name wrong
you didn't finish
school but i did
because you were
gone but not forgotten

my mother told me
she asked
you for that favor: watch
over my daughter

thank you