Just wanted to make sure you didn't forget about me and my harrowing beauty. Didn't want you to grow complacent. Didn't want you to forget pain.
You should have known I am capricious and fickle. You should have known I make an exciting lover but a terrible spouse. And Newt, you should have worn gloves today.
Dear woman next to me on the train with the books of art photographs that were so beautiful,
Why did you flip through the pages so quickly? I didn't even get a chance to see half of them, let alone CHERISH the aesthetic details.
I understand it is YOUR BOOK, but still...
We are going to bloom anyway. And we're not going to die.
It is my book, so I can do what I want with it.
-Woman next to you on the train with the art photograph books
p.s. Stop snooping over my shoulder.