A friendly neighborhood reminder from your favorite girl-next-door:
- it's been a while now since we've seen one another (reflect back to long, melted dog days, amidst the summer of your heated discontent - with me and everything else in the world - and my utter digression. allow me to put a stop to that)
Conjure, if you will, a mental picture of a plastic 3-subject notebook stuffed with at least six, potentially seven subjects. Ask me what's inside: laugh when I tell you "mainly lists" (dusty déjà vu peeks it's bulbous head around the corner)
- I remain very unsure of how to put this particular list into writing, but here's a shot at it - slathered in a thick layer of milk chocolate, smothered in melted cheese and sour cream in hopes that you won't approach the subject.
     1. I want to smoke every cigarette you didn't know about and lick the roof of your mouth, maybe go so far as to blow rings around your false pretenses
     2. I want to fashion a tiny scythe and lodge it in between my teeth when we're together - while you fall prey to the assumption that these nicks I leave in your neck are symbols of my inexperienced affection
     3. I want the taste and memory of the cheap alcohol in my blood to linger in your mouth for at least 8 months
     4. I want the very strong jaw of nostalgia to meet your jaw in front of everyone you know
     5. I want you to grow up and to forget.
- I know you're leaving soon, so here's a map of where you're going: the colors represent everywhere I'd like to kiss you, and the gray areas are the places you'd rather I stopped short of.
(What do you mean, the whole thing's gray?)
A friendly neighborhood reminder from your favorite girl-next-door:
- destroy what destroys you.

and don't forget to send postcards