#avocadoslurpee

[lichen-lull]

where the walls absorb her falls, shes free to let go and so his glasses slip from her face like aged skin melting off bones but photoshop colletives cant depict what we'll be so lay your head onto me over popcorn and tea in the morning he is the flame, an electrons wild dance inner orbits dare not contain in the night he is king shenanigans while his eyes lay heavy and half shut his calloused paws thrive in all things sound they know how to caress, his garden potatoes

[lichen-lull]

The first letter.

Dear Pee & Boo, I left a purple splatter on my middle finger and plenty more wedged between my pointer and thumb nail.  It amused me a bit, to leave a glimpse of colour where most remove dirt.  Just hours ago, these same fingers waved you a goodbye and gesticulated defeat as the SIR rode on by without me inside.  My left-hand steadied the purse that swayed violently with each clack of my sandles; a clacking that competed with the s74's quickly approaching engine. Luckily, street lights were on my side. Doubly lucky, the toe nails you painted had already dried. It took me a minute to catch my breathe, and another to find my metrocard, but once I was inside I could smile knowing I wouldn't be left behind.  I pulled the drawstring of my purse, checking twice that the pieces of you there were still intact. I refrained from opening your letter to me and instead pondered how i would respond to what i'd not yet read.  You will be arriving about 2 hours from me writing this... the sun that greets me will meet you 3 hours earlier... The distance between what is destined to collide is only ever a period of time apart. Until we recollide, Potato