Dear Jan

[the mingo]

Dear Jan

I'll be highlighted eventually, it's good to know these things. I'd like to eliminate priorities all together but then I remember that picture I took of you under the cherry tree in the side yard. I can't think of it now without becoming a black hole instantly. You aren't here any longer - at least before I knew where you were even if I wasn't with you but not any more - I saw the angel that was built for the Christmas tree the other day but it changes nothing. When it comes to be my turn will I be with you then or is there more waiting or should I not hope ?

And no, I don't know where that picture is, not for decades now, but I can see it in my mind even though I do not know if my mind has an "in".

Remember when I was going to be a Bible salesman? That was before sex & all the scenes that were to come after.

I wish we were under that tree again - for that I would eat all the Devil's shit - and the shit of all his minions.

I called you a little perv once because of something you said. We were trying to catch a ride west of Chadron, Nebraska.
You were still laughing at me about it as we crossed into Wyoming. You were flirting with the farmer who had picked us up but I didn't mind - I knew you were just trying, in one fell swoop, to get us all the way to Cheyenne.

You nearly did too.