(poem for Kate)
it's 2:18 in the morning, the middle of february.
I'm Writing you here just 'cause I don't have anything better to do.
It's cold but not snowy
I hate where I'm living
there's silence on Macabi Street all through the evening.
I hear that you taking a shower, somewhere in Framingham.
You're living for Percival,
I hope you're documenting your wild monkey-sex.
And AIM came and showed me your name
It had you in grey on the night you planned to go offline
did you ever come online?
sincerely L. Fishtouch.