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.

time's how
many times

how many
more times

That’s what happens when

You’re from Victoria British Columbia

And the weather is your most

Not the queen’s concern