Isle
of May
By Brandon
Walston. September
3, 2001
"This was me lost near the corner of 56th and Catherine (or somewhere there about), thinking of you. I cursed your name. I thought of Murk and how you did not speak to him, how mean you were to ignore your own blood. I saw men your age all around me walking home from jobs and thought of how you couldn't get to work, and even if you could, you didn't want to go."
