September 2011
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I am looking for friends. What does that mean — tame?” “It is an act too often...
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Hello my long-distance friend. Did you sleep well? Did you wake up to my curious letter-hands, rushed paper cut, my head on your pillow. We’re together again. We’re looking at the sky-ceiling of your bedroom, hazy, motionless. Eyes almost closed, looking through fingers, too shy to unveil.
You left early. Snatched me on your way out, I weigh less than the envelope I traveled in. Carry...