wondering what they worry about inside,
their lives the same as mine, wonderfully
mundane and hopefully entertaining.
Going to a Friendsgiving in Park Slope
on November 29th with Samantha,
sending what may be the last book
to Kendra Jean cuz I could die soon.
Missing Manhattan more than ever before;
Brooklyn was as good as good goes
for as long as it went until I was spent
and had a decision to attend.
Either way, I am gone,
a different dude or a dead man
(insert some quote about abandon plans),
one more drop at Strand.
Meet me in the Poetry section;
my body won't be there, but my books will be,
and legacy is the thing I have always been looking for.
Hopefully, I found it.