Today I fucked on a letter you wrote

to me a long time ago

What it means?

I dont know.

But you wrote about

Our garden.

“I think that we should also plant these:

Tiger liilies, babie’s breath,

Snap dragons, Strawberries

Mint, and morning glorys.”

You said we’d save up

For the seeds.

That was fifth grade.

Now you save up

For cigarettes and grass

And I save up mine

for fantasies and gas.