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  • A Love Letter from Frost, Sheldrake, Warbucks, and Associates

    “Nothing gold can stay.” You might not want to shine anymore, and maybe your time is glint as gold. (I see this as a good thing.) Can’t regret the sunset when it winks away. Choose a new more useful than gold, more lasting, more substantial. “I wanna be soil.” Yes, and, allow yourself to change…

  • to the Red-voter woman in the art class I model for:

    You have no idea how happy I am. I don’t think you could understand why.   I, as left as they come, and visibly queer You, staunch in your Midwestern motherhood   Ideologically, we’re on altogether different playing fields But we meet in the same room — You, for education I, for money In mutual…