Drew Pisarra Sonnet 12.11.15 The day we met, we talked of Fassbinder, The Story of O, the dying of bees… That very night you showed me your Tinder profile as if it would somehow please me to see you seducing the city at large. And it did. It still does. I like your broad appeal, your versatility, your hourly refusal to be typed, and I’m aware I too often limit myself. That winter, polyamorous dalliances were beyond my scope. Shit, sleeping around didn’t feel glamorous that unseasonably warm December. Am I someone you even remember?
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