Foxfire

My friend from back home moved into our already crowded two-bedroom apartment
That now housed four
And five when Cathy would move in later that year
He was unyielding and used logic
Like a hammer or a martyr
And would hurl question after question across the four-foot gap
Between his mattress and mine
It absolved me of any last remaining doubt
There was a certainty that finally settled in
That had been torn open during my freshman year
Over a course in Cultural Anthropology
I am comfortable knowing that this is it
There is so much more beauty in a life that also has death