Saturday April 22, 2017
From the Aeroplan flyer
The flyers keep filling up my mailbox. I am waiting for your letter. I have to check everyday that the flyers haven’t eaten it.
The summer was filled with mosquito bites and eye licking. You let me lick yours after we did mdma. We took photos of your keys and wallet from underneath the glass table.
You said you’d write and then you never did. I wished I didn’t care. Then you moved. And now neither of us know how to find one another.