Maine Black

“Some names live because we keep saying them.”

To my childhood friend—

I’ma write you into the story

with the glory you deserved.

They all saw you different.

You knew my body

like a nerve.

One wheel

coming around the curb.

Full vertical angle—

that’s how I’m gonna

have them seeing you.

My buddy first.

Nigga who told me

he loved me—no homo.

Time wasting,

listening to Hussein, Fatal.

All I remember

is cold nights.

We was out there

still taking—

no mask, no gloves,

just spark plugs and razors.

Jackwright Brothers.

“Maine they got caught sleeping”

And your voice would say,

they got “Jacked right. nigga”

Crooked smile.

You’re in my heart dear pal

In due time, my friend,

they’ll see you

shine again.