Sister Garcia,

He was in love with landmark
virginity. Comical and awkward,
he should know what he's doing during sex.
Early Sunday morning,
he was in love with me -- that
kid you hate. Just know it wasn't me.

I lost it. That valentine is a curse.
Skinny white boy poet is hard to
swallow. He seems to be lying
so as to tell you about it.
But we went to bed with each other, and faced
opposite sides of the wall.

Red wine.

Coffee.

I don't understand why you left.

I don’t care if it upset him.
Him sleeping with that girl after we left,
The end of an era and relatively uneventful.
The heebie jeebies and Joe.
So, I wonder why it’s actually different reading about it.
I already knew.
He asked me if you felt guilty for just kissing someone…asked nicely.
I didn’t expect anything different, the asshole.
Besides, you didn’t sleep with him.
You don’t just sleep with someone like that.- a “son of the west”
Stubborn Liz- start sleeping with men from Rome, a couple dozen books and food
And some coffee.
The good stuff, warm weather and prayers.