It is nothing like what you thought it would be.
It is nothing in the worst sense of the word.
—Kevin Killian
My computer
says you are
there. I’m here.
“Eloquence in-
fected w/venom,”
you once said.
“Your miasma
is returning,”
you once said.
Nothing ever
stays the same.
“Deal with it!”
I’ve already
copped an
entire bag of
cookies.
“Soft-baked
nympho-
maniac,”
you once
said.
