these times I remember are the ones where I laughed I gave I became I postmarks from different eras lives I can barely remember stories that retell (rewrite) themselves with different endings (bitter endings). It’s intangible looking better off pretending nothing ever happened. There is no one here to write home about there is no one here in this town. I traveled the world. welcomes overstayed and passports overstamped. all I got was a t-shirt. I sent you a package of irony. looking back in irony better off pretending Did you receive her?
