He used to play in a band called The Drums.
We met while I was bartending.
Some event near South Street Seaport.
Eric was there.
Jenna took photos.
Shirtless and forgiven.
I left Suzanne that one night.
To go to drink for free at his DJ set.
Without the B.
Just like another poem.
Where is Myles?
Everyday we fuss and fight.
That weekend I accidentally spit on a jogging woman.
Greenpoint was bullshit.
Willytowne was, too.
Neither of us will make it down this hill alive.
Eric thinks Myles is on heroin.
Guess I shouldn't have done blow with him.