i know how to write two love letters in under five minutes. the words all mixed around, missing letters in the sweetest places.
when i beg for advice, idon't usually ask the questions, but if i did, i have a few, such as, do i sound SOooo depressed, could i appear five months pregnant to an unsuspecting stranger, don't you know it's this time of year, and it's happening to each of us? weather, maybe why, but it's sunny, crickets, foursquare dogwalks watermelon times now, in the prime, ants in a heyday bcause we're so sweet. sweet, sweetest sweetness, wasted on all of us, but if we commiserate, oh, let's, it seems so sweaty, bugbitten and tragic.
eventually, you had faith, i would come right out with this melodrama. tell me, the humblest in its midst, yours:
