he's writing her again. a letter returned countless times before. a pen almost out of ink rests in his sweaty palm. black fades to turned off teevee grey with every motion of his hand. he signs "with love" when he makes mistakes and believes we will all die alone. what then? what can he say to her to make her believe he lives with love, a cozy couple, an extra bed against the window, and tea for two?
il miele dentro la lionessa.
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