Long Way Down — Do I Know You?

09:08:04 a.m.

DO I KNOW YOU?

I asked,

irritated, freaked out.

The man smiled,

adjusted the chains around his neck.

Looked me

straight in the eyes, dead in the face.

You don’t recognize me?

he asked,

his voice

deep, familiar.

I looked harder.

Squinted, trying to place the face.

Nah. Not really,

I said.

He smiled wide.

A jagged mouth,

sharp and sharklike.

Then turned around

so that I could see the back of his T-shirt.

A silk-screened photo.

Him, squatting low.

Middle fingers in the air.

And a smile made of triangles.

RIP BUCK YOU’LL BE MISSED 4EVA