The Dead Eat Everything

Bobby Hasn’t Eaten in Three Days

51 B o B B y h a s n ’ t e a t e n i n t h r e e d a y s i’m thinking of Bobby sands, but nobody knows history anymore. These days, Flavor Flav is more famous than chuck d. so maybe Bobby is between jobs. Maybe it’s anorexia nervosa, like i know what it means to bake a fat, sweet cake and serve it all to my older sister, watching every bite like a firework. Maybe i don’t even know Bobby, i’m thinking about mountaintop removal instead. Why not name the mountain Bobby? That would be a stupid name for a mountain, right? My friend Bobby Weekend, who i nicknamed years ago, called me yesterday and said he’s three months clean, he’s not even thirsty anymore, and i said good. i didn’t tell him he will be, again. he knows. his nickname almost didn’t stick because one day, drunk, he climbed on top of a moving car and fractured his skull on the windshield, and everybody started calling him Bobby Windshield, and we thought it was funny, back then. it’s not like we called him Bobby nightstick, or Bobby overdose, or Bobby heartbreak. it’s not like he didn’t laugh a goon’s laugh and piss his new name off the roof. ...