To Joaquin Phoenix
The waves today are old techniques,
Inserted here is an emotion
The end of this poem will be one long sentence.
You are angry at me
because I am ugly.
Gladly I masturbated to several months.
I wished him success.
I'm friendless and once knew a philosophy major. I
I wrote all day yesterday and then got sad.
My favorite book shops remind me of the Bronx. Sometimes books are expensive.
A smelly bar. Would you marry my father? I left your large New York apartment. My
father grew up as a migrant farm worker, what college did you go to?
Last night I opened the window for my cat, I know he realized how large the world is.
People know my name & women want me - my father went to Cancun for his honeymoon
My mother's never been to the sistine chapel. She has a good book on Michelangelo.
The docent's at the Blanton ignore me. We should **** them. On November 9th 7:49PM I am
looking at my computer screen trying to be honest. I've put on women's clothes and got called gay.
- We went grocery shopping. You were angry at me but had sympathy. Son you wrote me a letter.
Father I wrote you a letter. Allen I'm finally writing letters. Joaquin I knew better. Let me prove it.
November 9th 2018, 8:06PM
