Dear You,
I admit to nothing
but being verite, who
am the recipient of
all-day-long fuff and
swallow. And the new
tower about which you
must've heard everyone
speaking, is being built
still, despite difficulties
leasing all the spaces.
I, gleaning all of this from
headlines read over shoulders
of dejected commuters who're
worse than us—or who
in past, with virtue of dis-
tance, I remember us to be.
