DEAR KUZHALI,
It is 3:13 AM in San Francisco, yes, it is
2009, it is the year of swine flu. In
Mexico and by the ash-laid walls, the
youths mask the roads. Yes, it is not
the season to be glad or to write to you
or anything at all. I will make no changes,
nothing will ripen, nothing will master
day/night. Watch your television, watch
The Hills and I will stay here and do the same.
I will email you: I am not coming. My darling,
it will never be time. I’m wearing bunny
slippers and sweatpants. Goodbye forever,
                                    The Fake