by the box kite bought at Walmart on his last afternoon, $5.99/
 
his hairbrush upturned on the bathroom counter/by
 
the dark he woke to, tree frogs
 
in undergrowth, the rusted shed with its lock shattered, what word/for
 
our hands fumbling in pure
 
daylight/by our tracks browning the carpet,
 
his Thai elephant missing a single ivory tusk/by what choral theater
 
allowed me to think/
 
portable home, a little immortality/
 
by Xanax from his bag of last possessions, clattered down steps
 
of the funeral home/by
 
relentless relief/he was gone, his nowhere pivot/
 
 
the crew swearing in soaked t-shirts, the flatbed
 
heaved away/
 
by his wallet perched on my washing machine back home