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Piles of leaves: Letters Campaign




Suddenly old but feeling perfect, my wet underwear is on the the floor. It's gathered round my ankle. Myko laughs, just as wet and full of piss as ever. The violence of our togethering already feels like more than something. I reach out, taking the back of her neck with my hand. She's stepping in as I lean over to write;

Dear, Temperance, October, and Brine,
You are more than a place to me. More than walls and simple chimes, but I'll write to you anyway. This you'll know as you read my words. From here beside the lark's buttered breast, from under the heavy lids and the bright side kettle where we'll hum. We'll hum together, Bunny. Dickens be damned, we're now brightly doomed. Soon enough we'll see, the forest within the trees.
To you,
Tigre

PS.
are more or only this bed, maybe the floor too.  

We spend the day in, ordering takeout and hiding under the sheets. I get up and pee while Katt is talking about Milton. Her mouth's open, it's as round as a donut. I'm making the coffee drink while listening. She's talking about shirts and that damn cat. 

She talks about the buckets of paint he keeps under the bed. He's a prepper; wants to paint murals after this shits done. Once the calendar breaks, once... He's broke and can't afford to hide behind his neighbors. So, he'll order take out and then paint their dream relief on a garage door.

"When everything's done, we'll go outside. Milton always sits in the grass and smokes, while I read something out loud. I like reading Jung. Jung relaxes me."

"Jung, it's all April to me. Anyway, Milton's an ass, a born weeper and a work hole besides. You could loose him in a couch."

The kids ring our bell then leave sacks of sushi and warm pop outside the door. We've come to be married, she laughs and gently farts. I sit down and sing to her. When it's time to eat, we eat and then we cry until our plates are cleared.

"The waters gone, we'll have to get more in the morning."

"The water's gone. I can go out this time."

"After that, a bath! Oh, and we can talk about boats and the pigeons dancing like livestock. I'll show you me back again," she says suggestively but I'm already slipping away from her. 

  

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