But you told her to smile.
I don’t remember what color her eyes were.
I have never been more grateful and humbled and proud to share a piece, and a collaboration of the arts, poetry and film. I truly feel like a vessel this poem moved through, and I feel truly blessed to have been allowed to craft it from the air and experiences around me. RIP, Stephen, this year, the 10th year, I I mourn little and celebrate wildly all that you were, and all that you still are.
I have never been so moved by a piece of writing in my entire life. This poem reminded me why I love slam poetry, why I love words, why I love language. Thank you so much for this, Michael; it is a gift.