To the bright orange firebird across the hall

You remind me of carrots penetrating the earth on the first day of spring. Please tell me the rumors aren’t true, that youand your roommate are just “friends.” I leave my door unlocked with the miserable hope that you’ll waltz in on a cold Stone-D. evening, after hours. You know where I live, and that I have lots of coconut rum and love to share.

Love,

The Hottest of the Hot Wall

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