Thank you for treating me to lunch

Dear Inventor, 

I've been thinking about your situation ---- that you were speaking of ---

I keep coming back to it. 

I write to remind you that love is --- all things.  

Love is complicated.  

Love is old. 

Love is incompatible. 

Love stinks! Yeah yeah...

LOVE STINKS! yeah! yeah! 

  

My friend Kaitlin, who I spoke of, once
in her volleyball booty shorts painted in her doorway

"Choose Love".  

We tell each other that on the phone.
I guess I'm telling you here.

When fear bites with pains of venom,

the mind aches. Visions like claws in your mind pull this way and that!
It feels, to me, like stretching out "why!".....

...........Somehow things even out and we survive.

Choose Love.

Your friend,