• How is being dead, dude?
    Hope this letter gets to you
    safe and loudly, like our
    times high riding on green
    crack waves on Jones beach.
    We weren't so safe

    and sound but goddamn it was
    loud. Teresa's still making
    pizza pita's on David's busted
    car grill, like the good

    old days when you were
    not dead, damn. Can you still
    smell the smokey nights
    barbecuing in the junkyard?
    Beje's taking care of your dog
    and your mom is alright

    working at the library still
    but she's alright. She misses you
    dude, so maybe when
    this letter gets to your new

    address, you'll stop playing dead
    and come back home-
    have a beer and a piece of burnt
    chicken and undercooked rice.

    Just like the good-times
    before you up
    up
    and ran away.