On December 2nd 2012 I lost my friend Will. I hate when people ay lost like that, because I didn't lose him, he isn't a fucking wallet or a library book but I don't know what else to say so there it is.
Anyway, he overdosed on heroin. And I've been writing about it a lot. And I don't know what this is, I might submit it as a poem later on, but right now it's just a ramble. And I figure I owe it to Will to keep writing about it. And I owe it to you guys to explain what all the depressive poetry has been about.
So here goes.
Love you guys, thanks so much for your support of my work. It makes me immeasurable happy.
paulina said he wanted to do it.
overdose? i asked, she said
yeah, he ran into it face-first he didn't
to do things slow, he lived his life to the fullest.
that's what paulina said.
she said she hated men. and then she drank
to will. she ran up the block.
i kept thinking maybe she was the one
who wanted it, wanted what will had,
drinking paper bag beers every night
to keep the