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novembre

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dear kitchen,
the rain made the ants invade you but you're still cozy. i finally remembered to change the nikki mcclure calendar to february the other day.

dear shortie,
i made you a shirt. i have not seen you since you graduated from art school. i miss you and the way you talk with your face when you speak.

dear street i live on,
di and i didn't know you were so long. you wind up and over the hills all the way to the other freeway. at that end of you exist perfunctory little houses with white trim. lawns. at our end are apartment buildings. you are lined with cars bumper to bumper.

dear seedy guys at gym,
stop staring at my chest. or at me in general.

dear gym,
i'd like you a lot more if you weren't filled with so many seedy guys.

dear orlando bloom,
i don't understand why people find you attractive.

dear tobias wolff,
my current favorite of your short stories is the one about the cruise ship and true love.

dear high-heeled boots,
you make me suddenly work-appropriate. my office dressage.

dear blondie,
the song atomic made me walk so fast that i got to work ten minutes early this morning, even though i left home five minutes late.

dear dame darcy,
when i was 14 i ordered one of your 7 inches. i literally haven't listened to it in 10 years, but suddenly i have the refrain fennel funnel fennel funnel in my head. what is that?

dear health scare,
you held us in limbo.
ps: i think i want to be in a band called dear health scare.

dear overactive imagination,
go on lockdown for a while. i need a break. stop reaching conclusions before me.

dear shark on fire,
i mailed you something and i wish it was me. athens and its mosquitos may swallow me whole.

dear bank account,
i am so sorry.

dear heart,
and again.

dear car,
and again.

dear me,
sometimes you are so boring.

dear jameson whiskey,
i keep thinking of you while at work and yet i haven't drank alcohol in weeks. i just forget to. i keep saying i will but then i forget to. sometimes all you need to tell people is i need a drink so they'll understand, even when you forget.

and again.

love, me

10:28 am - 02.19.04

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