  Friday, February 3, 2012  "Letter of Advice to My Unborn Son"
For the man from Ohio who asked for a copy of this at the
FlagSlam poetry slam last night.  "Letter of Advice to My Unborn
Son" By Christopher Fox Graham  Reg Rogers and Susan Pourfar in
"Knickerbocker"by Jonathan Marc Sherman, performed by the
Williamstown Theatre Festival Spit the verse in you; the music
will subside. Life has a volume knob if you know where to look.
Stand bare naked before a bathroom mirror and count your scars.
Name them in chronological order. Invent new histories for them;
they won't care.  Pretend into fact: dive bar fistfights, lovers
with forgettable names.  Name your dead horse. Work him into
random conversations or slam poems. Sit alone in the desert and
remember the long rides. Weep for him and let the desert swallow
your tears.  Cut your skin deep, so you won't fear pain. Watch
yourself bleed. Understand that that time is doing the same
thing to you. Then let it heal and forget.  Fuck without fearing
it Don't call y