04.08.02 - 11:16 p.m.

id imagine you moping around the house if you
were a moper. eating pint after pint of
icecream, dripping tears into your diary
and calling me, in your bathrobe, 4 in the afternoon,
to ask what you did wrong. if you were me
the past week wouldve been the most productive
of your life, the hungriest and most hurried.
you slow down. you muse, then brief me after the fact.
you deny me involvement where i would burden you
with it. you are so good for me i think.

love,
astrid