There you found the letter you've been searching for
It was under your bed this whole time
It was written a long time ago
Now you can read it
So you have more space for letters

Say you were in a field filled with bones
Say you were in a graveyard filled with flowers
Would you then be free to pick up any flower if you gave up your life
Or would you be free to pick up the bones if you gave up your death

Looking at my shoes and the pavement as I make my way around the school
I play with centipedes, mud, trees, clouds, cats
I make friends with the security guard
I **** honey from the santana flowers
I dance while I mop the house
I have a sharp eye for fallen beads
I lick cookie dough from wooden spoons
I genuflect at the blessed sacrament
Pillowforts transform this holy place into a playground
I like to draw on post-its
I say ****

My left hand is my eldest sister
My right hand is the kid who died
The right foot is my father
The left foot is my mother
My shoulders are my problems
My Head is between my ears
My knees get me forward
Swing Swing Swing
Oh, and my nails are the boundaries
My hair is my thoughts
My scalp is my information
My watch is my reminder
The white rabbit is reminding you
The bangles in your right wrist ring like a bell
Don't forget your feet
Please touch with your palms
Work with your fingers
Your nose knows
Your skin is a map of where you're coming from
My bag holds a body of a criminal
The criminal is my uncle and he mows our lawn with his teeth
Punishment for crimes against family
My name matters (all 5)
My closet is my arsenal of friends I have encountered
My smile is my dad's
My teeth are mine to savour with my tongue

My family is peaceful
But we have bodies in our bags
They keep us intimidating
They keep us informed
The frayed edges of my denim jacket
Have been touching my hip
It keeps beckoning me to ignore it
I can't
So I look away
While it touches me
I pray for patience
One day this denim jacket
Will go to my daughter

Memory is a watery element
It has qualities of flexibility
But memory is also a storm
If you remember your plants can grow
Stay indoors when your memory floods you
Stay dry
Stay good
Please don't forget your umbrella
Or you'll start dancing in the rain
Which is alright too

You were in short pants
I was in short pants
It seemed inevitable that we would be friends
Learn about the world and women
But we were only boys
We had only our imagination
And the internet
But when you decided you wanted a life of virtue
We all threatened to leave you and build another world without you
Then you did leave
No more good men in short pants left
Only this motley crew of people who don't see us, hear us, or perceive us
Because we are the invisible men
The once who are always trying to get into the room
When finally we push button and it doesn't work for us