BTW

Oh, and by the way;

To that great unfathomable nothing with the fishhook smile and the sprained angle whose adolescent anguish annoys and whose unplaceability gets caught in my throat every time, you who languishes after even the coldest of showers, you with that tired philips screwdriver tinkering in the cogs of my poetry machine, you, you, you, you --

You left your keys on my coffee table.