has anybody heard from mike?

old friend,

you're a radar ditcher,

immune to satellitic
communication diseases.

we're all sick with

contact but you

are somewhere

in new jersey
still fixing up cars
i suppose.

you were the first

boy i ever mistook

for a lover,
i'm not sure 

we've ever kissed.

the last night i saw you

a new years eve

you drank

until your brother

split your lips

against your braces.

i walked home 

alone.

old friend,

i remember that

tomorrow

is your birthday.

i'm not so sure

i can fathom

you a man.