of old VHS tapes
that my little sister sent me
for Hanukkah,
making the front and back
into two postcards.
I send one to J. Mascis
in Amherst, Massachusetts,
and another to Jim Ward
in El Paso, Texas,
telling them both
not to give up.
I use a Blockbuster one
with a whole in it
to frame a photo
of me and Enid,
which I will give to her
before she moves.
I am like everyone else,
hoping people remember me
with more than just a laugh,
but not sending any
to 27th Street in Manhattan,
because I want to be forgotten.