Postcard #3
Dear ___________________,
I called to tell you this: “______________” and this, “___________________.” I sensed it was something you didn’t want to hear. Mostly because you called me an asshole. Not to my face, but I know you said it. You said, “Bitch, cunt.” You said, “Call me one day when you’re crying, miserable, done with your life.” I said, “_______________________” and, “________________________.” You never heard me. You hung up.
Love,
_____________________
(akr)
