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I’m writing you a letter to show you how happy I am
and how I found where’s Wally on page 9.
Now, I’ve carefully thought this through with an opening introduction of something clever and witty so you’ll remember how smart I am and how I could always make you laugh till milk came out of your nose so you’d hold your brows with your index finger and thumb and just. Stop. Laughing.
I’ll take a minute to reminisce about the last time I saw you and how I hope you’re doing well and ask how your mother is. Abruptly! I’ll bring something up that has no relation what so ever, in an in attempt to avoid all conversation about how life went on without me
I’ll conclude with how wonderful things are here and how well I’m doing and…
(I haven’t figured the rest quite yet.)
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2. 31pm
They’re selling dragon fruit at the market.
I found them in a case beneath the mangoes
and the way you made me feel when I
got out of your car and you just drove off.
I mean, the blood oranges.
ii.
I discovered this little French café at the corner of caster lane.
Indecisively lining my fingers at the desserts,
I remembered the time you absentmindedly said what’s her face was perfect
so I stopped eating for two weeks.
iii.
I was on the train when I remembered your safe word.
Frantically I scribbled “T a n g e r i n e… ”
in eyeliner on the back of my hand
so I wouldn’t forget it again.
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That day before Easter;
“Sit quietly” you whispered, “the movie is about to start and you’ll miss the best part.” In the space between dimming lights, I admired the Ombre hues of gray and black pictures that reflected against your face. I lost track of time till you asked me what I thought of the movie, “beautiful” I said. You smiled.
iiii.
You said you love the fact that I am a virgin because I shivered every time you traced your fingers along my inner thigh like a frightened little rabbit then you’d smirk and rest your head in my lap.
“If you were really a rabbit,” you yawned, “I’d call you cotton.”
I don’t know why that upset me.
You glanced up and held my gaze with a lazy smile,
I held your face intently, “I’m not anymore.”
-
I’m bitter and apologetic and I forget to lock the door.
I didn’t actually find where’s Wally, so I drew him in on an empty boat by the docks as if he was sailing away.
p.s I lied
sincerely,
cotton.
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I'm glad I checked my messages, this is great. I love your writing (: