I’m writing this note on a pasty white shaded napkin with my first and last initial painting the fact I’m trying to be poise. I’m trying to be proper. I in scripture the following words on this delicate piece of cloth paper; I said “I’d love you for all of eternity. Until the sky gasps his one last relieving breaths and exhales all of his troubles into oblivion. I promised I would paint your toenails when your back would hurt, I’d eat the ‘everything topped’ pizza because you LOVE mushrooms and I hate the fact you love mushrooms, And I vowed I would wake up every morning and love you…scratch that…I would worship you and all of your forsaken benefits, I don’t care if you work 72 hours a week and only make $4.25 an hour and are basically being robbed for nothing but your peeling finger tips and your aching heels. I promised I’d love you until we saw Halley’s comet. I said I would lay across the roof at a quarter till two an let you draw lines upon my spectacles as I play the stars on my harmonica. I vowed I’d never leave. But unfortunately I am writing this on a pasty white shaded napkin 863 miles away from where I am supposed to be because everyone and everything is better looking ****, besides the sight of me