Chocolate in her hair

dear [person]:
long time no write to nor from.
People who are all “I don’t have a cellphone.”
People who are like “Yeah I know,” or, or,
ask you a question then start reading
a piece of paper before you answer.
When I rewrite this job, I”ll take out the guy
whose plainness basically scares the crap out of me.
I can’t get a read on him. He don’t fit.
But my Boston accent is coming nice.
So is my direction-giving, which is
symbolic, but not for the reasons you think.
On my way to work this morning (I was late)
I passed by the downtown cemetary
and every grave began with “Here lies buried…”
Which it does, but more about that later.
I am yrs etc,
Kevin 3
(a name given to me by a girl
in 3rd grade who had chocolate in her hair)