{"id":64824,"date":"2020-06-27T12:45:10","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:45:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64824"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:45:10","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:45:10","slug":"4-i-think-i-hope-this-finds-you-well","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/4-i-think-i-hope-this-finds-you-well\/","title":{"rendered":"4. i think i hope this finds you well"},"content":{"rendered":"

To whomst the contents of this electronic, very bland, correspondence may concern:
\n“Whomst” is not a word.
\nNot necessarily.
\nBut it is necessary to tell you the places that we used to go where it was<\/em> a word, well, they\u2019re brighter now.
\nAnd the non-word is quite prevalent in my dictionary.
\nBrighter now.
\nMore vibrant.
\nDevoid of your shitty attitude. Oof. Too brash? fuck you, snowflake. I can\u2019t remember the last time I said \u201csorry\u201d and meant it.
\nThat\u2019s what the people on my side are supposed to call the people on your side, right? Snowflakes?
\nFunny how in a country where everyone is free to pursue whatever, whichever, whenever with whoever,<\/p>\n

we choose to peruse a single side that the partisan partition falls between like a goddamn wigwam.
\nKnocking heads into uTtEr wOkEfUlNeSs.<\/p>\n

I remember the days melting into one psychedelic jelly tape of muscle spasms, Ocean Lights, and sad stories.
\nFilling pages with graphite doodles instead of inked scribbles before the escorts got home. Staying up listening to your favorite music, because that\u2019s what was going to help us get through the night.\u00a0 When I sweat so much that my drawings smeared onto my face like some kind of twisted, psychedelic warpaint. I thought I was Van Gough. But bigger, and with both ears.
\nAt that point you shouldn\u2019t look in the mirror though, lest ye glitch and slip into awareness. I did. And I was no longer afraid of myself. I was terrifying. I liked it that way.
\nI liked it that way.
\nBecause that meant that when you said you were in love with me, that you meant it.
\nOn the streets of that side of town that we stayed up to watch the sunrise in.
\nI couldn\u2019t sleep, obviously. When you\u2019re iN lOvE such things are menial. So Instead I locked myself out, walked to breakfast, noticed how green the trees were, how crisp the day was, like it had waited for me to arrive and it had vacuumed, put the clean dishes away AND waxed my car.
\nYou cried in the street when you kissed me.
\nLater. A month or two. I\u2019m railing lines of jet-fuel, and standing in front of a mirror holding an axe. Instead of a B&E and Murder in the Second degree, I load your shit into my hatchback
\nand a two-man, two-hour job is cut all the way in half when I dump your writing desk in his driveway.
\nLook at me, waxing poetic.<\/p>\n

I wish you longevity, dullness, complacency, conformity, and all of the other things you never thought you\u2019d be, but were set up for anyway.
\nI wish you all the substances, and none of the inspiration.
\nI have to admit it, I\u2019ll never forget you.
\nI have to admit it, you were never The Raven.
\nYou won\u2019t be missed. Not anymore.
\n– The Wolf<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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