I sent a letter to West 24th street,
hope all is well in that world.
Adam Santiago got a cartoon caption in the New Yorker.
My name was in it in 2008
for just a poetry show in the basement
of Cornelia Street Cafe;
same thing appeared in the Village Voice.
No other claim to fame,
even the books I wrote
go unread by their subjects
as well as my friends and family.
history has its revenge
and hopefully mine will be hatchet-worthy,
to the heart and its casket chest.
I have a new job
teaching poetry
to cancer patients
and folks affected with PTSD;
they hate me.
even Mr. Miyagi
made the Karate Kid mad
with muscle memory
disguised as chores.
I sent a postcard
of a waterfall to West 24th street,
I miss you.