poem

if I die in a plane crash
on the way to any place,
or a random stabbing,
go read the letter in my desk,
which is still in the apartment
on 89th street, and please
just follow the list,
because it is vastly important,
and the people mentioned
need to be mentioned,
but everything goes to Lenny
and call Charlie to continue 
Coyote Blood like a chore,
while telling KJ I love her most.