an open letter from me on the east coast to you, wherever you may be

dear people. and things. robots too.

i miss you & hope that things are nice. i also wish i could quit coughing, but i think all the not sleeping and cruddy buses (black people!) have re-awaked my bronchial demons. i will be with you again, shortly. in the meantime do enjoy some august-ripe tomatoes! i know i am.

sincerely,
myself