rae armantrout! you (don't) say?

sobbing and poetry taken out of the school library and alan lightman's newest book and nostalgia and running up against my favorite strange professors (tweed jackets and sneakers and new haircuts! yes!) and not being connected, no never feeling connected. you say 'though i am' but it just doesn't go. last fall there was sweetness along with all the hard bitter slats of light and this always trying best not to fall apart on the carpeted floor. i always miss you. all you, too.

how it's hard to get up in the morning. glasses of water and never change.

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books are not better than people, or as good, or not as good. they're just different. sort of...