Old Friends and I Never Call

I have old friends that I miss often, and that I never call (out of some strangeness). But I often look them up online and find out what they’re doing. Adam Golaski was published in McSweeney’s, I bought a copy and I’m incredibly happy for him--the work is beautiful and I feel honored to have seen early versions of the series from which the poems are taken. Sam Chuparkoff has added a couple more posts to some programmers’ message boards in a language that I don’t understand. Mary Speaker is back in New York after graduating from Indiana, and she’s a curator for the reading series called reading between a and b, which I’d attend if I lived anywhere near it. Gregory Alkaitis Carafelli has returned from Iceland, where he took some incredibly beautiful pictures that will be in a gallery in Philadelphia in less than a week. I don’t know where Andy Brown is—his name is too common to search for on Google. This is some very strange behavior, I know, but perhaps by posting to these places, some of my old friends have discovered me and are content to know I’m still here, breathing and thinking about them.