spare OH GOD in mercy

I threw away a lot of the letters. Ones from Keith I'd never even opened. From Katrina. From Jackie.
I felt very little shame.
I vacuumed the floor, even.
My room and my heart is clean for a moment.

Our words get more and more strained every day, until we will not speak one day? Until we learn our new languages.

I do not want to go back to college.

"Hi, I'm Icarus, I'm falling. Man for judgment must prepare me..."