OPEN LETTER TO GRIZZLY BEAR

Dear Grizzly Bear,
I tried watching you on whatever talk show that was last night but I passed out on the couch before you came on. I don’t remember the guests. The evidence was in my morning face, smooshed and puffy like it has been. Remote control indent in my cheek flesh. The gleaming-ass white people, lapels pressed, on “Good Morning New York,” bellowing when I woke up. I crawled back to my bed to the sound of their voices. The shit was humbling. Felt like Lovely in “Girl 6” – stood up beneath the Wonder Wheel. Trying to smile against Coney Island’s cold wind.
Anyway, I regret missing your performance.
Sincerely,
J. Escobedo Shepherd