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I would write you a letter, but it would only be about the weather . . . "it feels like England today . . . your hands must be cold."
But by the time I'd finish, my sweater would feel heavy and the sun would be licking the hairs on my neck in the most uncomfortable of ways.
I'd write you a letter but it might be insulting. These ladies have shown me how to not talk like a lady. The way I structure sentences makes me seem bigger than I know I am. At night I lay in bed thinking of my words and wish they'd return to the way they'd sing to you. Your air will become pretension and mine will be alarm. On the living room floor of a cabin in Montana I wrote a list that now sits in the folds of a book that I think of often. In the structure of that room I had found the structure of the woman I wanted to be. Third on the list, "soft spoken." But you know I meant deliberate. Wise-worded. Not this. This force overtakes me. I cry in the afternoon.
I'd write you a letter but I've run out of things to say. I am left with only the words underlined in the last book I read:
"So we fall in love with ghosts."
But by the time I'd finish, my sweater would feel heavy and the sun would be licking the hairs on my neck in the most uncomfortable of ways.
I'd write you a letter but it might be insulting. These ladies have shown me how to not talk like a lady. The way I structure sentences makes me seem bigger than I know I am. At night I lay in bed thinking of my words and wish they'd return to the way they'd sing to you. Your air will become pretension and mine will be alarm. On the living room floor of a cabin in Montana I wrote a list that now sits in the folds of a book that I think of often. In the structure of that room I had found the structure of the woman I wanted to be. Third on the list, "soft spoken." But you know I meant deliberate. Wise-worded. Not this. This force overtakes me. I cry in the afternoon.
I'd write you a letter but I've run out of things to say. I am left with only the words underlined in the last book I read:
"So we fall in love with ghosts."