Dear Nuala, oh noes,

you’ve left your starting-a-new-life

job in the bait’n’ice for that no-hoping

armed & dangerous escapee

again!?  It’ll just lead to headlines:

 
Fantasist poses as playboy
&
 
Headless body in topless bar
 

you & that Canadian griefer

& a flirtatious real estate

agent in a getaway, walk

into a bar & you’re dropped

into a sick joke punchline

where the only exit is dead

panning your way out, like

Phil Collins from a third

marriage in a Lear Jet.  Dammit

these poems are sticky, whiffy

too—are they off?  Words

only get you so far—so sketchnote

this Sunshine (though omit

the radical interiority or whatever

it was Professor Whatsachops popped out

at the symposium q&a #drink)

This is a skill—it should be taught

in school, Nuala ;p kthxbai