Death of a Friend

I met Moses in Florence, Italy. She came half way through the semester and it was months before I knew her name wasn’t Moses, that this was just her last name. It fit. She’s hard to describe. She died suddenly and tragically at 26, on the verge of so much. I thought I would write a book about her, but I couldn’t get my thoughts into focus. This poem came out instead. It was really important to get any pictures I could and I just kept staring at them, as if, she wasn’t gone. That’s the weird things about photos, just a representation. I miss her. Angelina Jolie reminds me of her. I wonder if she would like Gwen Stephani’s solo album. I wonder . . .

I love to watch the new NBC show The Bionic Woman because the star reminds me so much of Moses, except she has green eyes and she’s British. I remember us making fun of her possibly being on a show like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She shrugged it off, “Hey, I’d be thrilled to land a role on that show.” She was not pretentious. One more thing I miss about her.