I took apart a small cardboard box covered in shiny blue foil today. I made it out of scraps when I was a teenager, glued the dark foil onto the cardboard with navy nail polish, used a broken earring I found in a burned out house as a clasp. It went with the waterproof dead-drop that I put in the messy rose bush outside my bedroom window, my pre-
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Dear annoying man who always bombs around my apartment with an offensively loud dirtbike at inappropriate hours,
It is two:twenty in the morning. You do this a lot. It is always a problem, but right now especially so. Please stop. There are three inches of snow on that cobblestone street. Today you are waking the neighbors and you might die.
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Soon she's down the stairs Her morning elegance she wears The sound of water makes her dream Awoken by a cloud of steam She pours a daydream in a cup A spoon of sugar sweetens up
I sent a letter to my father this morning. Yes, my violent, clinically psychotic, paranoid schizophrenic father who I can only hope is now old enough to be toothless instead of terrifying. (There's a long shot, wow). There is always a chance the e-mail will bounce back. The address I have for him is very old, from five or six years ago. Here are
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I sent out actual letters awhile ago. I found paper and rubber stamps, crayons and glitter, and I made some letters. I wrote words down on paper. How are you? The world here is turning as well and the leaves will soon be scarlet. They were put in envelopes and affixed with stamps. They were put in a mailbox and collected by a postal worker. They
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