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Dear Friend,
I broke a glass this morning, and it reminded me of you, sprawled out on the kitchen tiles. I have been trying to call you for a year and a half. My neighbors keep attempting to sell my garbage cans at the flea market, and my shoes keep disappearing in the night. You want the truth?—mostly I am writing angry poems, hoping your teeth will fall out.
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Dear Friend,
Sky blue is a stupid color. I don’t care what burlesque girls have to do with pinball, you are still a shithead. I put a magnet over your face on the picture of us on my fridge. Your attempt at communicating with me via crossword puzzle is lame. I’m sure you can think of something better than that, like skywriting or a parade of circus elephants.
”— Rebecca Lehman “Letters to a Shithead Friend”
(Source: tinhouse.com)
