Friend

A brief, wistful note to someone I don’t see enough.

I miss my friend.

A brief thought about someone I miss.

My superpowers include orgasmic control, cunnilingus, and doing anything other than what I probably should be doing.

I don’t ask for much. But I’m asking for this.

She knows who she is, and now, so do you.

Kipling’s “If—” — a poem I needed to be reminded of just now.

I cried this morning, for only the third, fourth, and fifth times in my adult life, for a friend I’ve never met who is heading back to be killed.

Sometimes there are no words, only tears.

She’s doing well, she still needs money, and she could use your good thoughts.