Letters to Maria Coryaté: Part VIII. [postmark: March 12th, 2015]
How are you, Maria;
Hope all is well, that you are enjoying Spring, Spring classes and your big-old glasses. Haha, nerd. I’m crazy about that in you— and I only use crazy as something good, now.
So, I managed to sign up late for some classes: Queer Theory— so far interesting stuff. They’re trying to save the world from binary neoliberal stigma— seems perspicacious and portentous. Still volunteering with the mental development kids. Cool beans.
What’s up with you? Haven’t heard from you since you told me about your boyfirend (well, not much actually). I can’t help but tell you this— I have an honesty problem— but I did hear about him from Lucy. But you never mentioned him to me, not once, I checked. Honestly— ugh, it’s such a problem, being honest— I was seeing a girl briefly, too; however, I didn’t want to tell you about her, cause, I like you more than her (hahaha, psychoanalyze that for us both, babe).
But, yeah, it’d sure be swell to hear from you, occasionally…
Hope you enjoyed the heartache poem I wrote you. Tried to make the vowel sounds as softly gorgeous as you. Save that one, at least. Does your heart ache, or break? The difference is ache makes hearts stronger. Mine aches, for a very long time. And don’t expect a poem every month, either, or for them to be remotely as good.
later,
Patrick
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