Friday's Letters

Dear This Song,

You are never not my favorite.

Dear Charlottesville,

I loved visiting you tonight. Thanks for the splendid time.

Dear Fried Pickles (Not All Kinds, Just Some),

You're yummy.

Dear Lewis,

Thanks for (mostly) using your litter box. If you could just keep that up that'd be swell.

Dear Red Chanel Rain Jacket,
I wish you could have been mine.

Dear Fall,
Are you coming or not?

Dear New York City,
I really really miss you. It's getting worse and worse.

Dear August,
It was nice knowing ya. See you till next year!