(for arnold.)
such, such are the joys of fucking a writer.
on hands and knees
panting, sweaty
debating the merits of emily dickinson's m-dashes.
"i (thrust) think (gasp)
she was a (come!) genius! (sigh...)"
legs in the air, in a perfect "V"
fingers clawing at the grass and dirt of backyards,
thinking about how often annie dillard must of touched herself
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I think you are a geni-ass.
Love,
Grace
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