BenStainton2

FRIEND

Sam, I saw you on TV the other day. 

You were talking about poor kids & the pleasures 

of charitable work. The camera loves you, Sam. 

Sam, do you remember the ochre glow 

of the ship’s garden? Smoking hemp? Do you still? 

I have a wife & kids now, Sam; contents insurance 

& a will. 

Sam, I heard you’re nailing that super-hot model 

with the piston-lips. Is this correct, Sam? I promise not 

to inform the national press for a life-altering sum. 

Why won’t you return my calls, Sam? Sam, is there a reason 

for your silence? Post-fame trauma? Crippling shyness? 

The strip of duct-tape covering your mouth? Sam?