Letter 46

46 I don’t know about you but when I drink flowers I feel relaxed.
Because if I were a Flower, you’d find my floating in Every stream!
I like too many things. And I feel too fast…and I fall in love
sideways—and  can never find my way out. Yesterday you
asked me if there was anything I could not live without having--- I
did not know how I wanted to answer that. But I know now. But I
know how! It is My Sweet Dreams Tea. It doesn’t work, but it’s warm
and makes me rot in all the right places. One night I was so tired
I woke up with water in my mouth! I had forgotten to swallow it.
Like the tiny melodies we were born with. Lift those words, god
dammit! I need to see them at eye level. It is the only way. I
don’t want no time for nostalgia—I want to be so busy my body
starts crumbling. Sounding—like the tiny Melodies we were born
with. Wrap me up in them. I can keep a broken promise if you swear
you’ll tell my secret. But