dear Nico,

stuck on this thought lately:
i want to write myself in
to an ’80s movie. any’ll do
            even a slasher
            even if i’m the
            first to die
because in the movies i think
it’s mostly what some time
wanted to be, not so much
the politics or economy or
general strife of reality — so
i guess it does need to be a
specific movie, at least
no serious dramas. something
like mystic pizza or
sixteen candles — yknow?
does it make sense that i
want life to be simple, movie
simple, like childhood without
being a child (powerless).
this real world gums up my head.
my brain is a sticky countertop
& only occasionally, i can
shine it with spit.

oh! i almost forgot —
thanks for dropping those
apples at my door. as
you know, i always try
to keep the doctor away!

musing myself into television static,
Shelley