I want you to miss me. I want you to
recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your
favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your
fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re
lighting up, when you’re tripping up the uneven step on
your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look
into your teacup and your rearview
mirror.
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