last night I dreamed of getting farther away. calloused calipso and
her surviving sea lifted me up with wet hands that were warm despite
their chilly disposition. consequences, consequences, I shook for
days. dear teddy, the grass is greener here. a long time ago, I saw
you standing at the edge of our backyard waving at a helecopter.
you're fucking tiny, they won't see you. "but what if they do?" yeah,
well then what would that do? "maybe I was waving at the clouds and
stars and aliens and black holes and heavens. someone's
bound to have good eyesight." crazy bastard. hope you're doing a-okay.