Dear Carrie-Ann,
It’s amazing!
You turned me into a character
when I felt like a piece of shit
sticking to the sole of that fat Republican’s
rubber boots
such a tiny piece of shit was I
that I went unnoticed for months
I could not even bother the guy
with the nice stink
he deserved
But then you came, girl
you and your cranky words
turned me back into
something hatable, lovable
a guy! O a guy
right out of the 60s even
when gas still was a thing
and putting it into a car meant freedom
(I’ve noticed, you blended in some British accent, kiddo,
guess, you brought that with you
from these backdated letters?)
You remind me of that non-binary friend of mine
who used to go by the name Larry-Ann
selling plastic hearts in the streets
for a laugh and a living
They used to sit on a blanket next to Tiffany’s
never came off garage-sale-age, I guess
and just made me feel good.
Dunno what face
you want my character to wear,
I’m feeling Steve-Buscemi-ish
the elf bars kind of fit his teeth,
don’t you think?
Anyway, thanks for pulling me out of this low
Xoxo,
Torres