Open Letter to Brandon Graham

Time slips by or maybe I’m slipping as time goes by me? Not every day is a drag But it seems the ones That involve passing by the TV When the news is on Can really bring me down I’d much rather walk outside Stroll down the path with my friends of the woods Like a raccoon named Sugar She’s so large So big I believe from Eating out of the ice cream store’s dumpster Down the street from my home She waddles from the weeds and peers at me with Dark curious eyes Then slowly makes her wa...