Bitches Get Stitches

dear v.,

i’m staying with new friends in detroit.
up über early, by which i mean
i never went to bed.

i’m at the so-called ‘snooty’ coffee shop, torino.

it.

is.

amazing.

best mocha ever, by far.
(you know i know my mochas!)
whipped cream with visible flecks of vanilla bean
a copy of proust sitting next to me which
i pretend i’m going to crack
and have no intention of reading.

have i mentioned it’s also a bar?
mocha with a shot?
yes, please!
(if only i were so bold at 7:34)

sitting here, looking out at the fucking insane storm clouds, last night’s too-tight black tee the epitome of ‘damp’ (v-neck, bien sûr),
getting up for another

wishing your cutoffs were here,
keeping mine company.

love forever,

steven