dear Frankie,

saw the note you left with the paint chips. first off,
i think arctic whisper has a
charmed mystique that
suits the bathroom.

and i do know what you mean
when you said all we do is
run ourselves through
woodchippers like logs
then chunks then splinters then
back in over and over and
over, ’til we’re dust and dustier.
i think it’s about the woodchipper
being so sturdy it never breaks.

something like that.

thanks for dinner last week,
Doug (the florist)