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lundi, le 12 avril 20047 28 am
I could write you this letter in lipstick, not blood. I could write you this letter in eyeliner, not ink. I could write you this letter on parchment, not looseleaf. I could write you this letter on newsprint, not cardboard. I could write you this letter from bed, not the coffeehouse. I could write you this letter from the shower, not the train. I could write you this letter in Aramaic, not French. I could write you this leter in Spanish, not English.
And after all the trouble I went through, you'd never see these confessions written in eyeliner, on parchment, from the shower, in Aramaic. You'd never see these pathetic words of poetry written in lipstick, on newsprint, from bed, in Spanish. I'd keep them hidden away so you couldn't judge me and I could lament the time I'd spent.
I could, at that.
I don't think I will.
But I could.