To Pasha Malla,

Fuck you so very much. You wrote the best description of love I have ever seen or could hope to imagine. You made me remember and to miss what it’s like to love somebody in the real world, and to see the miracle of them looking back, somehow, with equal and greater love, at me. You hurt me by that remembering. And now I have to go out and get your stinkin’ books, and you know perfectly well I already have books way way out the ass. Endless books. So go to hell. Or better yet, no… that’s too easy. Stay… stay here, write more. That’s the best worst curse I can think of… And thanks.

John Mayfield