i wish i could write to you
and say- there's more than this,
but there really isn't.
all you have is you
and if you're that unhappy-
your life will paint that way,
there's nothing i can do
to reach in and help you out of that.

i spent new years in emerg
watching an artist change gender-

nothing much catches me off guard anymore.

so your conversation
was almost, expected.
the beautiful night
and the way you just over poured-
i already knew all the facts-
it's your decision
whether or not to close that door.

-a.