shoot, let's go back.
before things were thresholds.
when redheads were blonde.
and I belonged.
I got a thing.
and I gotta go.
But I don't mean to leave you.
Suzanne, commas have our hoops and harps and benches held like districts.
Keep going.
Because sometimes, when I don't call.
That means something more than.
The Upper East side.