This poem and I are having a secret affair lately. I’m bad at secrets, turns out.
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Today I: got my hairs all purdyed bought new paints for my face AND a new outfit, watched “A Band Called Death,” (cried at the footage of Rough Francis’s first Monkey House show. I told Bobby Sr that night that I was a real fan of the people he has raised, and the music he made.) Considered the persistence and patience of time. I wish every day was like this one…25 hours.