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I send you a letter I haven’t written yet and in it, I ask if you still like me, which is juvenile, but I need to know. And do you still eat your eggs with syrup like you used to? Did your mother ever find out about the doctor’s appointment? I have been avoiding poetry as best I can so I ask you what cartoons you’re watching. And I tell you how I am always thinking of your bellybutton as a place..

iNOTE 2015. 11. 17. 02:00

we talked about the balance at dinner last night. the best music, the best art, the best anything: both. big picture compelling. beautiful even when it’s being played from shitty iPhone speakers. but if you’re going to fixate - if you’re going to listen to that shit 1227 times - enough details on them trees, easter eggs that melt in your mouth, so many little fixtures in those singular summer le..

iNOTE 2015. 11. 11. 04:26

Last week the temperature began to drop and I felt a little nibble of fall. It was just enough to get me ready for all the delicious, crunchy-leaved beauty that awaits me. I started to think about the scenes of autumn life that I would soon enjoy. I look around and, as if waking from a deep sleep, suddenly realize just how incredibly beautiful cities become in the fall. Everything that feels dir..

iNOTE 2015. 11. 2. 05:02

i wanted to see a familiar place through unfamiliar eyes. the things you love always seem to come alive again when you share them with others. i needed the change of pace. she was game. and so we went. hours later we lay sprawled atop the grass across the street from its back entrance. we weren’t talking about anything in particular - the city. the weather. each other. i don’t remember which of ..

iNOTE 2015. 10. 26. 03:19

She feeds on words, and moonlight, and dreams. I met her once, a friend of a friend and a most fascinating nightmare. A girl, a shadow, with skin the color of teak and eyes molten gold. Lovely and mesmerizing, she is the most terrible and beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and quite what I wished to be. Thriving on turning men to ash and embers. Telling fortunes in the smoke of those she has burn..

iNOTE 2015. 10. 19. 02:37

I have been putting forth some theories lately - out loud, through correspondences, in my head - that I feel deserve an explanation more thorough than the ones I have haphazardly tried to give while constantly being in a rush. These theories are not tame, or stale, or safe. They deserve the time and attention required to fully understand what I mean when I say them. They deserve words. The first..

iNOTE 2015. 10. 12. 02:09

She says it’s a brave thing, being loved by you. I don’t ask why. I kiss her on her head for her courage. I gold-star her abdomen with my mouth. I leave one hand inside her. Some days, she gets solemn. Some days, she turns the radio off in the kitchen just as I’m getting into a rhythm making omelettes. Some days, she opens and closes the fridge in an attempt to discover where the light goes. She..

iNOTE 2015. 10. 5. 06:49

Love is a weird thing, and, as you grow older, it doesn’t stop getting any weirder or more complex. The love you felt for friends and first romances in high school shifts to a different kind of love in college, which shifts again as you enter adulthood. And each time you fall in love, it will be different, too — you are, after all, the only thing that stays the same in each relationship you ente..

iNOTE 2015. 9. 29. 07:07