Nemo; An Epitaph Poem by Josh Rodriguez

it’s vivid,

a family
kneeling around
their dead
dog,
crying,

wishing it
wasn’t
so hard

i’ve had
5 beers
and
about
a bottle of rum

all
in his
honor,

and all i can say
is that

it’ll never
be as easy
as we want it to
be,

and

sometimes
it hurts,
sometimes
it’s fucking
unbearable,

but these
cigarettes
seem to help,

and

i can’t put
my faith in
anything else
except for that
breeze that
brushes my face
at 2 am,

telling me to
keep my noise
pointed toward
the horizon.