ally

O breathe a word or two of fire!
        Smile, as if those words should burn me,
    Squeeze as lovers should—O kiss
        And in thy heart inurn me—

Keats? Now? Really?

Are you me?

Am I?

A mixed state is just being depressed at the speed of sound. It’s hurtling through fractal depths of Bad Times in the midst of joy and elation. It’s failing fast and fixing nothing.

Anyway, I’m struggling.

Monday! Monday, I get the next box of ally books, which means SIGNING PARTY WITH MADDYPAWS.

That’s right. If you missed the launch party, I’ll be hosting something similar while I sign the next batch of books. Readings, typesetting, discounts, nerding out…

With all of the rush in getting the book going, I feel that I’ve ignored you.

You have, yes.

I’m sorry.

Don’t be.

I sent my dad an email, and while there are some surface reasons, I’d be hard pressed to tell you, on a deeper level, why.

A book?

Yes.

Why?

Long trip, long trip.

Is this honestly the best use of it?

Four hundred lines of verse about surgery.

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