Thinking about Amir today on his birthday. At least, that’s what the Friendster reminder tells me. I could never remember when his birthday was. My parents encouraged me to take my old Ramaz yearbooks home with me from their apartment today, and I was looking through them at the photos of Amir and reading some of his poetry in the back. I remembered this one time in the afterschool poetry club which maybe was called Parallax or maybe that was just the magazine… anyway me John and Amir were listening to a girl (Suzie Gallin (sp?) or maybe someone entirely else) read a poem about skinny-dipping. When she was done Amir leaned over and loudly whispered how excited it made him. I remember Dr. Honig pretended to be shocked.
I visited him at Brown one year and we saw Bob Dylan play and went to some party… and I remember Amir talking through the intercom to some girl he liked and I heard a sweetness in his voice I’d never heard before. That sweetness is what I remember most about Amir.