its what Marilyn wanted

The odds that you even exist

are one in 400 quadrillion

& yet you want to die

Did you know

Dolores was a weird dancer

Hemingway wore lace before he wrote prose about polydactyl cats

Thom’s eye would droop, as he talked about dreams

Kurt hated to brush his teeth

I find this spectacular

We loved them

Don’t you want someone to love you

without fucking you?

It’s what Marilyn wanted

Maybe.