drinking southern comfort for dinner, dancing on the small Gloucester shore for you, screaming. cigarettes for breakfast on the chilled church steps betting quarters in the street poker at the kitchen table singing for you in the church you danced away smiling, we bleed your blood, your heart sighing on the library floor, you're laughing at the flowers. we remember your dancing, spinning into death, polka music blaring into the five foot snow banks. CNN cameras making up a tragedy from your dancing smiling singing. We remember your bullet holes, broken glass, make up wake face, your murderer, your murder, your blood stains at the circulation desk, but you just laugh away. The wake, the all night drinking, the gambling, and the pallbearers who were only 17 years old, these have erased your living.