Dear older brother,
You were right. It wasn’t as good
as I thought it was going to be.
Nothing ever is, I guess.
I’ve run out of money
and I’m living behind someone’s barn.
I steal scraps from what they feed
their animals to eat.
Is Dad still mad at me?
Do you think I could come home?
Can you speak to him on my behalf? Please?
Remind him that
everyone makes mistakes.
I hope I see you again,