dear God,
i wish i had a copy of the note i wrote you when i was seven
the one i folded up and slipped in the wall
what did i want at seven?
to not have to wear dresses?
to live in a tree?
to move into the Brady Bunch house?
what did i ask for?
did i show it to my ema, even though she couldn’t read English?
how do i know that you can read English?
if i could write a note now, i know what i’d write. it’s easy.
FOR THE LOVE OF YOU PLEASE MAKE THIS STOP!
anyway, i hope you got the note i wrote you when i was seven
the one i folded up and slipped in the wall
i hope you liked it
