Copper from Hi, by Baby Kid

i feel it anyway (the way you think of me). i choose a better county when i want to sleep.

in the hue of dramatic sky, leaked in the folds of a horizon line in a postcard by my bedside, tucked in a novel i couldn’t write . . . i surround myself with things for inspiration, which just suggests to me that my surroundings aren’t engaging.

in stiffness, in sickness and in health. in a morning sky, i found your eyes sent in from a sunbeam to distract from the wind––humbling in confrontation . . . a killer

I hope this finds you well––in health and in the mail and caligraphically imparts myself to you.

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