Chrissy Faith Writes Me Another Letter

Maybe you get them too, but pride kind-of forces my lips or

I hardly know the side I’m on is yours and drawn supposedly

to youth. She’s making an argument for young force and

development she flirts with women in tech. It’s evening

and we’re taking the bus home with our eyes closed.

“Whomever this letter reaches is right.” Motor sounds.

These letters are off the money, very wrong. I thought

wrapping it up would be easy, but it’s not even a real

letter like the paper-something the postman left for me

so I’d see it when we got home, a kid’s daisy drawn on

the envelope, as if to be intentionally smeared by weather fingers

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