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dear dear, it was said that this would be the time of my life. sometimes, it is. days wear sunlight and i can hear an ocean miles away. some of the salt is found in my cup. other times, though, i sit here, baked by the sun, burnt by it, thinking what it means to be turned … Continue reading
Love, Every day, it piles. All I need to tell you. All I haven’t. Some of it is trivial. I have a cat. Her nails are long. She scratches me. Some of it is important. I have a cat. Her nails are long. She scratches me. And it is this repetition of both, in both, … Continue reading
Dear distant friend, I am bustling through Spain onboard a sleek, undisturbed universe of a bullet train with sun licking the already-burnt skin and a raw, restless summer peeking at countrysides past and farmlands unseen. My prose is the same unadulterated self-masturbatory streaking you are used to in a style shared with the likes of … Continue reading
dear dear, it was said that this would be the time of my life. sometimes, it is. days wear sunlight and i can hear an ocean miles away. some of the salt is found in my cup. other times, though, i sit here, baked by the sun, burnt by it, thinking what it means to be turned … Continue reading
dear dear, what does it mean to work? is your every day filled with meaning? do you mean to make it to the next day? are your coworkers mean? are hospitals demeaning? or is it all just mean, an average, a lump, a benign thing that takes the excitement of life and death alike? i … Continue reading
Dear Dear, I am unsure if you have noticed, but in the cumulative three weeks you have hidden in Montreal, it has not rained. Snow has buried. Sun has bloomed. But even among the heaviest clouds that mute the world in gray, all that was held was the promise of spring, of a slow walk, … Continue reading
Friend, Do you think of me? Do you think about the bits of shredded pieces we spent together, the time colliding into short snippets of nothing to nothing, of everything to everything else? Do you think of that bar? That club? My room? Do you think about not thinking, how sometimes in the thick of … Continue reading
dear friend who is four foot eight, you are big. you are immense. you are total. too often in the scrum of wants and failures, this knowledge is forgotten. more must be done. more is being is done. how can i join it? how can it join me? while these questions are necessary in a … Continue reading
you, i don’t think you are in florida and i don’t want to think that you are, so before anything else, please let me know you are okay. not for me or my peace, for yours. that in the face of terror, you move terrifyingly forward. that you can become big. that you are big. … Continue reading
Friend, Letters are the most important thing I got. I know because I winced at the starving thing, rewrote it as stuff, and replaced it back with thing like a veteran army marching to war after being beaten with steps that will surely be beaten again. Then I came back to this to tell you … Continue reading
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