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Dear Kari,
I keep wanting to write something for you, something that's real and isn't just easy freewriting skeptical stuff that I wear as my legendary best-in-slot gear for people that can't see me. Because for you, it would be redundant.
But I'm fighting something inevitable, at least it feels like. You're carrying me and telling me to rest. I feel embarrassed to admit I'm not entirely self sufficient and how are you carrying me? I'm a powerful beast!
Imagine being alone in outer space and someone is still loving you and protecting you from infinitely far away.
I kind of saw you before you ever existed. There are prescient things in my songwriting.
I want to take care of you, too. Just let her use the bathroom in peace. Imagine that as a metaphor for the patriarchy. Women can't have a moment to themselves while men make everything about themselves at women's expense.
"You never think of me!"
I feel like you're making love to my mind by stacking multiple levels of meta abstraction into singular statements, but in a prescient way that causes reoccurring orgasms. š³
Kari.