Ode to Le Poulet

Good Friday moon coming up. Missing this kid so much these days I could puke. Dreamed of Leo last night. Watching him walk away with someone I had never met, screaming "he is too small for that" over and over as my body dragged on in slow motion. Nails in the soil for grip. Leonard! If you only knew how much I miss you. I would love nothing more to hold hands with you on the sidewalk. Walking around with your legs dangling on each side of my neck. I got you. Miss you.

Ode to Leonard, photobooth style.