Goodbye, friend

Find a way to burn heartbreak like a fossil fuel and you’ll be a rich woman, he said.

He wrote me a letter today to tell me that one of our own has died quietly in his sleep of some esoteric cancer, the kind that could have easily doubled as a metaphor by somebody who was an even bigger asshole than I am. I sat alone a while, read some acceptance letters. Life gives and life takes, and no matter what the numbers say it never evens out, it just makes things different.


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