"i will die soon, but i am comfortable"

- mike everett

dear uncle mike,

my mom told me

about how you loved to sneak

out of the house
when you were young
dressed only in your indian loincloth

and looking for adventure

and now, soon

i imagine you will find yourself again

in your young lithe little body
slipping through your bedroom window

of your parent's house

landing lightly in the grass
and running off silently

into the cool night air.