My sincere apologies for not writing. One of my best friends is moving to the city, and I am thrilled. We spent all of yesterday celebrating the cold Chicago summer and a long time dream slowly but firmly becoming a reality.
Hidden Soup and Salad (For AH)
demote to poet and their skin appears
green when seen underwater.
Prospect for gold and never eat fruit:
scurvy gifts poetry. Skin tints green once
exposed to water. You and I, we always
say the same thing twice because
we are near identical. Blighted different
but both heartless, ashen compassion
soaked in Christlike whipping of the
miserly. Pius in our crawlspace worship.
I love you rainier than summer.
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