My tea is too hot and the letter I got in the mail, the one from the state, is peeking crawling scratching its way out of the draw I tucked it away into. There was no rain today. The ink didn't run. I cannot pretend I didn't read the words I read.
I printed emails at the office today from boys who just want to fuck me saying 'you're doing a hell of a job' and 'i hope you'll stick around' and I responded in that professional tone I have, the one with the slight laugh, the batting eyes the straight spine, no frown, all teeth. I tucked them into metal drawers and I left and the wind outside was biting through my skin, breaking my bones.
My tea may have cooled down by now.
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