Amidst This General Contentment

There are insurgencies and now the girls showing their shoulders. Going to have a smoke. See the day moon.

In the Chifforobe, you, in a love poem, write, not knowing I had one. There were small black coats inside.

Maybe you put too much pressure on your leanings, Memorizer. I can see you saying “rehnquist” in boston with one of those goosetree books sticking out you.

I sound like I’m saying everything backwards in this letter.

I’d like to make a list like you do with words that are touching the end of understanding.

As in it is
light when we leave.

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