thirteen may
three : twenty-three p.m.

i wrote. that there were letters to be sent. that they would start piling up. that you should send your address.

and you responded, with your address, and a note that is going to keep me smiling until tonight :

"i live in these numbers and words.

and what are words without letters? please send them."




listen : "the fool and the feign" by fin fang foom