I love my friends.

Dear Grandma Miner,

I am sorry that you are not here tonight.

I am sorry that your daughter is not ever here.

I apologize with the depths,

the deepest parts of my self,

the breath, and width,

and depth,

of me.

I know that I have said some very mean things,

I know that I have been very immature,

and I'm sorry.

I didn't mean them.

Any of them.

I don't know what happens when you die.

I don't know what happens when I die.

But, I think that I might have loved you once.

On a lake in Canada.

And I know that I would like to take harmonica lessons at old town.

And I love my friends so much,

With the breath,

And width,

And depth,

of me,

Skin & Toast