Letter From A Friend

No vacations or sick days remaining

so I have to go to work.

I transfer at Croton but being brain dead,

leave my knapsack on train.

Hopefully it gets turned in.

My next train pulls into Dobbs Ferry;

I look at the sign but don’t get off the train.

Instead I get off at Yonkers & take train north.

I’m at work now. My mouth so chewed up

from seizure all I can eat is bananas.