Hey, It's Me, the Wind-Rider, the Red Dust

that makes the city look like revelation

because I love you. Just wanted to check in

and see how you're doing, remind you to—

what time is it where you are? What day is it?

It's dawn here because I love you. Not worrying.

My moonrise is your black americano. Your evening,

my swelling desert. Haven't heard from you in a while,

that's all. I can't, or won't, accept old testament gods

because I love you. It's, just, like, why make everything

just to drown it? I would build an ark out of the world's animals

because fuck the world, I love you.

This sky will not be your shroud.

The sky is not always a sign. Be kind to yourself.

Okay? Well, I guess I'll let you go now but

give me a call when you get this, alright?